Of course when I lend my dad my seven passenger SUV, I find the best deal ever on the sofa-bed I've been eyeing for about two years. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself.
Okay, so a perfect Sunday afternoon is rounded off by a visit to the local IKEA for a nice new dresser, right? Wrong. Apparently, $500 more is involved and a Sofa-bed on clearance makes the perfect IKEA trip. On top of that, the adventure is more enjoyable if you only have a compact car, with a truck full of stuff your husband hoards (and you were sneakily trying to donate to Goodwill). Then, it's party time. So we're the last couple waiting to purchase our new sofa-bed. They give us a PALLET, yes, a PALLET. There are two boxes stacked on this pallet that we both KNOW will not fit on, in, or around our little Dodge Neon. So we take all the stuff out of the boxes and start loading.
Around 45 minutes later, we're throwing all our weight into cramming the second half of the sofa-bed into the back seat of the car. Thank you Dodge, for the wacky shaped door openings with next to no clearance. My thighs are on fire, but I am glad your engineers are satisfied with the crazy bubble that is the opening for my doors. How my husband and I manage to wedge large heavy objects into tiny spaces might have something to do with how we wedge our fat asses into anything. Weight puns aside, we did it and I am proud of us both. However, the cushions were another story...
After frantically calling my dad, friends, and random folks... We finally get a family member to come to our rescue and cram fluffy cushions into their car. We were able to take home the large framework ourselves and Anthony picked up the cushions this morning. (Yay). We may have had to tie the back doors shut and drive smashed into the steering wheel, but we made it.
Of course, all this effort leaves one hungry, does it not? What better thing to do at 11pm than go to ihop and get your pancake on? So we decide we earned the carbs and head over to our local International House of Awesome for some after-Ikea recovery. Among the drunks and the partied out teenagers, we discover what could be the best thing ever to happen to Washington DC. IHOP serves CHICKEN AND WAFFLES! The delight I experienced last night cannot be expressed in words... It CAN be expressed in rogue syllables.
OOOOOYYYYAAAAAHHHHHYYYYYYAAAAAAAYYYYYEEEEESSSS!
That's probably the best way to describe it. Definitely. The Y's have it. It was AMAZING.
Which brings me to the touching moment of the evening.
"This is just like old times" my husband and I agree.
Of course, the light of day brings me to ask myself, "if cramming furniture into a compact car, spending $700 after transferring funds from the savings account, and enjoying a late night Chicken and Waffle binge at ihop brings sentimental nostalgia, WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE WE?
?
Fun people.
WINNING!
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