Furniture shopping
Never go furniture shopping with both my parents. Don't do that. I know I'm a masochist but by God, this is too bad even for my standards. The entire time I found myself pulling them away from each other. Pep-talking one, calming the other. Reasoning with dad, explaining to mum. Man, that's exhausting.
And this is before we mention the ordeal of finding a bed and a desk. Don't get me started on those. Phew.
PS: Shlomit, the new officer in our unit, punched me in the arm, hard, today. It's a tradition with combat soldiers that whenever they get a new rank, they get punched real hard. Or get smacked on the back so hard they fly 15 feet forwards. So she wasn't there when I got my rank, she made up for it today. It hurt like a motherfucker. It still hurts a bit now. Dammit.
And this is before we mention the ordeal of finding a bed and a desk. Don't get me started on those. Phew.
PS: Shlomit, the new officer in our unit, punched me in the arm, hard, today. It's a tradition with combat soldiers that whenever they get a new rank, they get punched real hard. Or get smacked on the back so hard they fly 15 feet forwards. So she wasn't there when I got my rank, she made up for it today. It hurt like a motherfucker. It still hurts a bit now. Dammit.
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