I was a bachelor living like an overgrown college student when I met Christine about 14 years ago. She had the guts to be honest enough to tell me that I was living like a slob as a single professional guy, and that I deserved better. How could I find a date when I used a bed sheet for a living room curtain that hung on paper clips?
She came up with the novel idea of throwing an “Apartment Rearrangement Party” where I provided free pizza and beer in exchange for labor from close friends. In all, 14 people showed up to my place one Saturday evening, and for the next two hours, she directed what furniture should be Continue reading “saved me a ton of money”