I don't know when, but one day I will accept that I can't do it on my own.
Today's lesson involves a couch. Remember the (porch) couch I got from Maggie when I first moved here? Well, the time has come for it to leave my apartment! Actually, the time came when I was rearranging my apartment and cursing out Katherine Heigl and bought a new couch, but the old couch is SO DARN HEAVY!!! Sassy and I had a helluva time just sliding it to the other side of my apartment one night...indeed it was another (positive) rearranging fit.
Anyway, I was having coffee with a friend the other day and she mentioned that she didn't have a couch and I jumped on the chance to get it the hell out of my house. Out damned couch, out!
That leads me to this morning where I decided I could move it and load it onto my friend's pickup truck he was letting me borrow...all by myself. You know me, stubborn as hell problem solver I am!
It's stuck. The couch is stuck inbetween landings and it has no intention of leaving. I believe it discovered it has squatter's rights and has taken up residence in my hallway. This wouldn't be so bad...if my neighbors didn't have to leave to home to live their lives and stuff.
So now I am waiting for Roger. He was super excited to wake up this morning to get me out of an avoidable jam, but I am his hag and he will do anything for me. I should have just called him in the first place...
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