At Last...

At last...

My old piece-of-sh*t-sofa is finally outside on the sidewalk where it belongs. I hate it more now than I did before and I hope someone pees on it tonight.

So, here's what happened. Kate got home from work and came up to my apartment, and then Sarah, her and I tried to "pivot, pivot" for a good five or ten minutes (that was for all the commenters of this post.) How I ever got it wedged in that space so tightly, I will never know, but the thing wouldn't move.

I was just about to call a professional to come over and saw the thing in half (or better yet, go out and buy a chainsaw of my own and do it myself) when we tried again, and, by God, we did it.

Now, I can't really explain how it happened, but *i think* Kate pulled down the top and I wiggled the middle and then Sarah got on the floor and pushed the bottom up with her feet... or maybe it was her hands... I'm not sure. All I know is that the sofa shifted and came loose and then Sarah flew across the room.

Poor thing. Sure hope she's okay.

She really was the hero, Sarah. It was her feet (or maybe her hands) that were the most effective in prying the sucker loose.

Kate, Sarah... LOTS of margaritas on me soon. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

As for door frame...

Whoops.

And now.... a picture of the new sofa:

I still need to lay down the rug, paint (maybe a plumy brown?) and hang pictures... but I think it's looking good!

Sympathy From My Mom

I just got this instant message from my mom:

I don't mean to laugh, but that's the funniest picture I've ever seen on your blog. Maybe it's because I know you so well... I'm surprised you haven't taken a saw to it. If it makes you feel better, I would've done exactly the same thing and had exactly the same results.

Actually, the sofa there is a real conversation piece. Maybe you should leave it."

Ha ha... funny mom.

(BTW... yes, I said "instant message." Since computer class, she's like a regular member of the Geek Squad.)

This Is Sarah

This is Sarah.

Sarah is one of my neighbors.

I called her when she was on her way home from work, so she came over and tried to help me pry the sofa loose, but even two of us couldn't get the thing to budge. In the process, we broke an arm off of it, so we took a hammer the wooden frame hoping to break it, but we couldn't even make a dent in it.

Just as she was about to go downstairs and get a mini-saw-thing she had (I think that's the correct term for it), she realized she locked herself out of her apartment. Now the two of us are sitting on my new couch watching Ghost (I recorded it), waiting for Kate to come home.

Sofa Debacle 2008

"Omg, what have you done?"

A photo from my video chat with Mark regarding the sofa debacle of 2008.

Stupid Is As Stupid Does

Okay, I'm near tears right now.

My new sofa came and it's perfect. I love it. I couldn't be more happy with it.

Because I'm impatient, I needed to get my old sofa out of my apartment pronto. Rather than wait for someone to help me, I tried to move it myself because it's not that heavy. In the process, I wedged it in a very small doorway between my living room and kitchen.

It's totally in there, like I can't get it to budge an inch in either direction.

I don't know what to do. No one is home in my apartment building to help me.

I'm going to cry.