So do you remember those dishes I ordered? The ones that came last week, broken? We took them back to the store last week one evening (Dan had to carry them in for me, ’cause ya know, I’m all big-bellied and everything) and they accepted the return and ordered me a new box that would be shipped immediately to my house. I even got $20 off because they gave me free shipping and a 20% in-store discount, even though the original order was online because they didn’t have this particular set in my local store. SCORE!
The new dishes arrived today.
ONE OF THE PLATES IS BROKEN.
Can I just say: I am NOT dragging my 7 1/2 month pregnant ass back to the store (in the snow now, thank you Mother Nature) to return them AGAIN. I am calling them tomorrow and giving them 2 choices: 1, they can come to my house and get them. 2, they can just send me the one replacement plate I need (which I don’t think is possible, because that’s what I asked last time… it’s an all or nothing thing, apparently) At this point, I don’t even know if I WANT the dishes- it’s like they’re cursed or something!!! Maybe I should take this as a sign?
Normally this kind of stuff doesn’t bug me all that much. I usually can see things in perspective (GAWD, Jen, they’re only dishes!) But, as I mentioned, I’m fat and pregnant and probably a bit hormonal and really, all I do is sit at home and work by myself and talk to my cats and my expanding belly all day and have grown quite accustomed to my relatively drama-free existence (which yes, I know that will be ending in under 90 days…) so this bit of drama is just too much for me to handle. I am IRRITATED. At the UPS guy. At the store. At the fact that I’m holding off finishing organizing my kitchen cabinets until I have my new dishes so I can figure out where everything is going to fit when we have bottles and baby stuff to deal with in there.
So really, the root of my anger is actually because I CAN’T ORGANIZE MY KITCHEN. heh.
Anyway. Grr. I’m done now.