. . . just so you know, “white stained oak” is not the same thing as “white.” “You were standing in front of a white dresser when you took this picture. I don’t know how this could have happened!” she said. In my defense, there weren’t any codes for the white one. So here’s what we’ve learned from this fun experience — if you want something done right, don’t ask your mother to do it.
Oops. Sounds like a couple of things that have happened in our house recently as our granddaughter gets ready to move into her first off-campus apartment.
