JTM wakes up tonight with a good feeling about him that he slept well tonight. He stretches abit, going to the fridge and pulling a beer out for him and Barbie.

“Good evening Barbie. How’s it going girl?”

Barbie is sitting on the table looking at the mess he dragged from Wal-Mart the other night here. He places the beer in front of her pausing a moment to see what the hell she’s looking at.

“Ok…ok. I’ll get to work on fixing that bookshelf so it’ll be outta the way sheesh.”

He starts to sit down on the table then remembers he needs to do something first. He goes to find a phone book and opens it for the first time skimming through the N’s.

“Ah ha!!! There it is.”

He dials their number making sure he punched it in right.

“Hello. Nebraska Furniture Mart? Yeah I need to place an order. Yes. I’ll hold.”

The snoozac begins. He looks over at Barbie.

“This is gonna be so cool. You’ll see. Hello? Yes I’d like to place an order for a comfy couch. What size? Hmmmm…how big ya got? Uh huh..uh huh…cool. I want a good big one with plush cushions that doesn’t make my ass hurt when I sit on it. Can you guys do that? Yes. I’ll hold.”

He looks back at Barbie.

“See. I told ya this would be a piece of cake. What? No, Barbie I didn’t forget anything. What are you smoking?” (he doesn’t realize that he’s not on hold anymore.) Oh uhhh….sorry wasn’t talking to you dude. Yeah I want this couch with the works…..add in the extras, kick in a drink holder too. Massaging? Theraputic heat? Say what? Yeah I guess that’s ok too. Throw that in there. What do you mean folding out leg rests? Couches can do that? Oh hell yeah!!! Put that in there. Don’t forget the plush cushions either. I want to be able to relax and watch TV with my girl. Yes I’ll hold.”

He starts headbobbing to the snoozac looking right at Barbie.

“I told you I got it covered. Ya happy now? Yes. I’m here. How much is this gonna run me? Yeah I got that and then some. When can it get here? Is overnight delivery possible? I’m a day sleeper, so no stopping by here till the sun’s gone down k. I mean it. I won't even answer the door, so your delivery guys'll have to wait.”

He thinks long and hard listening to this guy repeat his order back to him.

“Yes!!!! That’s the sweetness I’m talking about. My address and info? You do slum deliveries right?”

He tells the guy where he lives placing the order with the guy, happy and content with the time it should be here. He hangs up the cell smiling at Barbie like a happy kid in a candy store.

He then remembers he has other calls to make first and does so before he starts opening the box to put together his new bookcase, placing the instructions near Barbie so she can help him with it.