I have to post this because the whole story is just amusing (and bear with me it is long).

Some back story is that about 2 months ago I told the Mr I wanted to start a blog. He looked at me like was crazy and asked why I needed a blog. I calmly explained I didn’t need one, but many friends had them and I thought it would a good way to keep friend/family/internet strangers entertained. He politely told me that he didn’t really think our life was exciting enough to warrant a blog. And I agree, but I knew I loved reading updates by my friends. So, I pushed on. He sent me the blog address and wished me luck. About a month later he asked (in a mocking tone) how my blog was going. Now he knew I hadn’t done anything because if I had, he would have heard my frustration trying to figure it out and his help would have been enlisted. So, I embarked on blogging and here I am.

On to the second story for Sunday -

The background is that we bought a new sectional couch in January. Since it was an absolutely frigid winter here and we had to pick it up ourselves, it guaranteed it was close to 0 degrees with an added wind chill. Anyways, we moved the old sectional couch out to the garage for storage and figured we would deal with later. Well, it is later. The old couch had been annoying the Mr in the garage for a few months. We had tried to donate it, but no one wanted it or could pick it up. So, he decided to put it out by the road – free to a good home.

He took it out piece by piece Sunday morning using a furniture dolly and pure hatred for it. He made a little sign and we both hoped it would disappear. By about 5:00, he was disappointed it was still there. I pointed out that we had been outside most of the day doing spring clean up and enjoying another spring day and maybe people didn’t feel comfortable stopping with us out there.

Shortly after that (while the boys were enjoying their turkey necks) and small car stops. The Mr goes and I can hear talking about the couch. He walks back to the back yard where I am supervising snack time and says that there is a woman that wants it, but has no way to pick it up. He wonders (out loud) if I would help him deliver it to her. My answer goes something like: “WHAT? Deliver a free couch. That thing is heavy and I swore after I moved it out of the house I wasn’t moving it again. And for free? Are you crazy?” But he really wants it gone. And while we are discussing this, the woman comes back and asks if I agreed to help. What else are you going to say?

Now this woman has children who have moved out, one is married and one is getting married. And this couch will work perfect for the bridal shower she is hosting for her daughter in 2 weeks. It is just prefect, she can’t believe it. It is just a miracle and she can’t thank us enough for giving it to her and helping her move it. Honestly, she said all this at least 5 times before she left her address with the Mr and we told her we would be there shortly. And her son’s first name was the same as my Mr’s and her daughter’s soon-to-be husband had the same name too. And the piece of paper she gave us her address on – a bank deposit slip with her name, address and bank account info. At this point, I fully realize that this woman is a not playing with a full deck of cards. She is nice, but a little crazy. Not in an axe murderer way. More like in a way that she will end up living alone with too many cats (very soon).

By this time the dogs had finished their snack and I was recruited to be a mover.

Now thankfully, there are other nice people out there. When we started loading the first (of three pieces = three loads), the neighbor came over to help the Mr, so I only had to unload. And actually the woman’s neighbor helped the Mr move the heaviest piece in. Three trips, about an hour of time and the woman has her ‘new’ couch. And we had quite a story.

I went from being very frustrated to laughing at the absurdity of it all. My parting words for the Mr were just because I have a blog doesn’t mean we need to work to make stories for it.