How was I supposed to know that my sister and I have different addresses? We live in the same complex. I assumed only our apartment numbers would be different. I've spent a frustrating several days trying to get the power turned on in my new apartment. Every time I spoke to someone at the electric company they would tell me the same thing: they had no record of the power being shut off. We went round and round in circles with no resolution. I've had to paint with little light, even in the daytime there really hasn't been good light to paint by. But I've pressed on because I'm moving tomorrow and need to have at least the living and bedroom done before moving my stuff in. Then I set up an account with the phone company, and they called back to say my address could not be confirmed. I was beginning to wonder what kind of twilight zone I was moving into. Sissyface moseyed on over as I was speaking to them, and when she heard me confirm (what I thought was) my address, she said, "That's not your address." Mystery solved, just like that. That's the bad news. Well, that plus slamming my hand in a door and winding up with a huge, swollen bruise. The good news is that I love the colors I chose for each room. I can't tell you how many times in the past I've picked out colors I loved only to discover they weren't at all what I wanted. Yesterday I took some before photos, which I'll post tonight if I have time. I don't want anyone thinking I ove ...
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