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It came from the living room...
*bloodcurdling scream*
As usual when it comes to moving, "I saw myself in more of a patriarchal sort of role. You know, lots of pointing and scowling." And as usual, Prince Tuesday, it totally didn't turn out that way.
Several bruises, scratches, bandaids, and hoagies later, we had officially moved pretty much all of my sister's crap to her new basement abode. Except, of course, for that dastardly, nefarious, half-a-couch.
You know, we tried, we really did. It's not like we just looked at the weird winding corner and the narrow door, and said, "No way in hell.", which is what maybe sane people might have done. And we did get the smaller section of the sectional down in the basement without anyone losing any limbs. But yeah, the fictional science whizes might be able to make shit up, but us mere mortals cannot get a couch down the stairs if it is too huge to fit.
There were many destructive options for getting it down the stairs/getting rid of the damn thing. Most of these ideas consisted of hacking the couch into more manageable-sized pieces with a chainsaw, and setting it on fire (salt and burn!).
[Hey, I think we should all be glad that I direct my violent tendencies towards inanimate objects and leave it at that.]
In the end, the couch was donated to charity, which is nice, and much less wasteful.
In other news, the kitties expressed their feelings about the matter of me leaving them here to go to the Land of Marys by puking all over the bed. Say it with me now, "Eeeeeewwww."
*bloodcurdling scream*
As usual when it comes to moving, "I saw myself in more of a patriarchal sort of role. You know, lots of pointing and scowling." And as usual, Prince Tuesday, it totally didn't turn out that way.
Several bruises, scratches, bandaids, and hoagies later, we had officially moved pretty much all of my sister's crap to her new basement abode. Except, of course, for that dastardly, nefarious, half-a-couch.
You know, we tried, we really did. It's not like we just looked at the weird winding corner and the narrow door, and said, "No way in hell.", which is what maybe sane people might have done. And we did get the smaller section of the sectional down in the basement without anyone losing any limbs. But yeah, the fictional science whizes might be able to make shit up, but us mere mortals cannot get a couch down the stairs if it is too huge to fit.
There were many destructive options for getting it down the stairs/getting rid of the damn thing. Most of these ideas consisted of hacking the couch into more manageable-sized pieces with a chainsaw, and setting it on fire (salt and burn!).
[Hey, I think we should all be glad that I direct my violent tendencies towards inanimate objects and leave it at that.]
In the end, the couch was donated to charity, which is nice, and much less wasteful.
In other news, the kitties expressed their feelings about the matter of me leaving them here to go to the Land of Marys by puking all over the bed. Say it with me now, "Eeeeeewwww."
