Running to Pick them Up
When I got home from work the other night, there was a note on the table from one of my kids. It said that he and his mother had ran to the store to pick up the Louvered Closet Doors that we had ordered a couple of weeks back. They had just finished getting their coat of paint and all of that. I was supposed to pick them up a few days ago, but I had gotten an email from the store saying that they had a mix up in the order. I called my wife to let her know that I had gotten the note.
