New Couch

We finally did it! We bought a new couch! The one we had -- the $32 one I got on eBay three years ago -- had seen better days. It was stained, smelly and falling apart. Still comfy, but it made me gag every time I saw it. I finally convinced Tyler we should get a new one. We found a super nice comfy one just in our price range. I told Tyler I felt like we were a real married couple now because we finally bought furniture together! Yes, our first piece of furniture after 7 years of marriage. Go figure.



Anyway, we were so excited to get it, even though we had to wait a week. We paid the annoying delivery fees even though we live about 3 miles away from the place. We got the call they would deliver it Saturday between 1 and 5. So we stayed home and waited. And waited. And waited. And it got to be about 4:55 when Tyler called just to make sure they were coming. And wouldn't you know, they had screwed up the day (of course, because nothing WE do is ever just easy and nice) and would have to send it out on the late truck which would arrive at our house anywhere between 8 and midnight. So I'm thinking, that's enough of an annoyance to ask for our delivery fee back. But wait... it gets better.

Check these pictures out. Yup, that's our celing. And our door frame.





They FINALLY showed up at about 10 o'clock that night with our couch. After about 15 minutes of listening to the two delivery guys yell it out in Spanish one of the guys turns to us and says they only way he's going to get the couch through the door is to put a hole through the ceiling. Um, yes, shock, disbelief, weirded-out-ness. All of the above. The guy said he did it all the time and it was the only way they would get the couch in. Now, I will give them the fact that our entry way is a very hard turn to negotiate. It took a while to get our old couch in here when we moved it in -- a couch that is in fact bigger than the new one they were struggling to get in. We asked them if they could take it up over the baclony and they said it would damage the couch. But busting a hole in the ceiling wouldn't. We wanted our dang couch so we finally agreed that if they needed to, and it was THE ONLY WAY, to just do it.

Hence the hole. Sure, it doesn't look that big, but when we tell you that they could NOT get it in after making the hole, it seems a LOT bigger. The finally wedged it back out and decided they would, in fact, take it over the balcony. Thank goodness Stephen Baker came over to help because I'm not sure how those two guys would have gotten it over that either without him and Tyler.

After all that they wanted us to sign a paper that said they weren't responsible for the hole. Or the damage to our door frame (ripped the bolt right off). Tyler refused, they got mad, left, and many phone calls the next day (because of course we couldn't talk to anyone at MIDNIGHT about it) we're getting it taken care of. But my gosh. All for a couch. And, to make things worse -- it's the most uncomfortable couch I've ever sat on. I'm hoping we just need to break it in so it will feel like the one in the store (which felt awesome). But it's probably why I'm sitting here blogging instead of watching the olympics -- it makes my back hurt!!

Live and learn I guess. I still think it's a pretty couch! And Max is funny about the hole. When he first saw it he asked if pirates lived up there. He made sure to tell me he was a good boy and that the pirates didn't need to come down from there and take him away. I assured him no pirates lived up there. Every day he asks me about the hole -- if bugs live in there, if Grandma with the White Hair lives up there, if super heroes are going to fly out of it. Funny kid.