Today was long, SO long; I couldn't wait to get home. Once home, my father called asking for his tacking gun we've had for quite some time to fix our corner chair that I bought at DI long ago. The tacker was in Tyler's car, who was still at work, so he opted to try again tomorrow. As soon as Tyler got home we finally took the time to tack down that little underlying pocket that has been looming at us from under this leather beauty since the day I bought it. Not too shabby for two people who had no idea what they were doing, eh?

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