When we moved to Austin 5.5 years ago I REFUSED to let our old couch enter into our new space. The house that was going to be perfect. I mean, that perfect set up where all the guest rooms/office are upstairs and just OUR GIGANTIC bedroom is downstairs? PERFECT. I mean... I was young and unknowning and didn't have a newborn who had to live in my bathroom for 6 months because I refused to go up and down those perfect stairs 5x a night. I was young and unknowning and without a toddler to wreak havoc on our tiny downstairs with massive bedroom. Who the hell needs a massive bedroom? not me.
Just the me who could drink like a horse (is that a saying?) and go run 18 miles the next day.
She was dumb.
So now that you mention it... I'm over the house, too.
I'm on a mission to rid myself of these couches before baby Meyer--the 40lb donut child--makes his entrance. Now, we can't afford exactly what I want right now (yay 2nd kids) but I'm down with getting a Craiglist find for a few years as long as it means I NEVER HAVE TO SEE THESE AGAIN. Ever.
You'll be surprised to know that there are a few things that I'm not good at--like doing the robot and estimating measurements.
I found THE COUCH AND LOVE SEAT. Wanted. Needed. We all three loaded up and went to see and I loved it. Loved the girl. Then Ben said... I don't think those are going to fit. And I begged. And pleaded to find a way. And I kept asking (I'm helpful like that) if we could buy them anyway and figure it out. Good sport Ben said we could do that, but it wasn't a good choice. I sighed. Admitted defeat (the next day) and was then told I couldn't mention how "he wouldn't let me have those couches."
You don't knowwwwwwwww me. (he does. I totally say things like that.)
So back to the CL grind. I'm sure I'll be a statistic before long.
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