Have a seat

The Fullmers bought their first piece of new real furniture: a brand spankin' new couch! It was exciting for us. It was also our first day at the dump, which I found to be surprisingly organized. Here's hot Mr. Tanner working it and sending off our old couch.

R.I.P.

We're finally rid of them! This is Tanner's happy face.


So embarrassing, we put this in the truck to take to the dump and our neighbor pulls up and see our nasty under the couch stain. It was actually Tide detergent, we left the bottle on the couch for a few days and picked it up to find it nearly empty and leaking through the entire couch!

The carnage left behind after we got the old couches out. I have never laughed so hard or heard Tanner say so many swear words than when we were trying to get those couches out. First, we tried the door. But after successfully wedging the cough in place three different times, we gave up on that approach and used the window. I was seriously afraid the couch was going to go over the rail and injure some innocent passerby, but thankfully, that crisis was averted. While we were taking the couches across the grass, my arms literally gave out. Gave. Out. They had been lifting furniture all day and refused to do more, no matter how much I begged. They wouldn't grip anything! Try as I might, I had no control, they were useless, floppy fish, hanging pathetically at my sides. I thought Tanner was going to have a nervous breakdown, but thankfully, a kind neighbor saved us and helped him with the couch. The second highest number of swears I have heard Tanner say was when we were trying to get the new couches in.

Here they are, voila! We love them and they don't have cat hair embedded in them and they aren't older than I am, like our old ones. Yay!

Tanner knows we're moving next month, but he says we're not allowed to talk about it.