what do a fire extinguisher and a couch have in common?
Our day, that's what.
Holy moly has this been the weirdest and most chaotic day we've had in a LONG time. If you're friends with me on Facebook or follow me on twitter, you know a little bit but folks, it's time for the tell all.
So, let's start with the couch. My parents gave us our couch as a wedding gift and we haven't been able to part with it in the 7+ years we've been married although we've badly needed a new one. That couch has weathered a lot ... a lot of moves, a lot of spit up, a lot of LIFE. We found an incredible deal for a new couch with a matching overstuffed chair (the hubs' dream) and an ottoman and it was to be delivered this afternoon. The old couch was going to hang out in my craft room in the basement for awhile.
Or so we thought.
As the hubs and I were manuevering the couch through our kitchen and into the stair well that goes down to our basement earlier today, we somehow hit the small fire extinguisher that hangs on the wall (weird, right? we rent) and TURNED IT ON.
I'll pause for a moment so you can survey just a small glimpse of the aftermath:
I had to quickly drop my end of the couch and the hubs had to grab the spewing fire extinguisher off the wall, open the back door, and fling it outside before it made even MORE of a mess. He almost threw up and passed out from the fumes and then managed to rip an entire back pocket off of his jeans because he got stuck on a door knob.
Are you laughing yet?
I'm still not ... maybe in a few days. *wink*
After pausing to think really bad thoughts, we (foolishly) continue on our mission.
The couch gets stuck in the landing that goes down to the basement. We are SO COMPLETELY done. We decide that it's time for the couch to go on the curb since we're classy folk and all. I even stuck a fancy handwritten "free" sign on it, to lure passerbys into checking it out. Yeah, it had a little bit of fire extinguisher dust on it and maybe it had started to rain but there was no way that couch was going to stay in this little house. An hour later, thanks to Craigslist, it was gone.
The hubs and I did all of this on his lunch break. He goes back to work, obviously more than a little frazzled, and I start to clean up the mess that is our kitchen and discover ... wait for it ... that when I had set the couch down during the chaos, it had somehow managed to hit our stove's cook top and crack it. Yep, the fancy cook top on the fancy stove that might cost over $2k to replace if it can't be repaired.
Kill me now.
In the face of adversity, I usually thrive and rise to the challenge. Today? The opposite happened. I sat on the floor during N's nap time (no couch, remember?) and cried. Then I snapped out of it when I remembered the whole point to this disaster of a day ... new furniture was coming soon!
It's pretty, it's comfortable, and we love it.
That cute girl up there? She can't stop talking about the whole ordeal. "Mama, mess! Daddy home, shoes in mess (there were footprints from our shoes in the dust), couch stairs. Mama, Daddy, couch outside. Mess all clean!" Over and over and over. Apparently, today went down in history as the most exciting day she's ever experienced. Admittedly, probably ours, too.
So, what's the moral of the story? I have no clue. I'm just trying to forget this day even happened.