We finally got a couch, which turned out to be to a ridiculous endeavor. We were confronted with 3 problems.
1-no large transportation (and a couch wouldn't exactly fit on the subway.)
2-tiny winding stairs and hallways
3-lack of time
So we rented a Home Depot truck hourly, drove down to Ikea, got lost 2 times, bought the couch, brought it back to the North End, turned on the hazard lights on our "NO PARKING" street and kept a close eye as to not get towed or ticketed, as we hopelessly tried to get the couch through the building's front door. I'm guessing we were quite the sight, especially since I was whining the whole time, and I quote, "WAAAAADE, its too heavy. I can't do it. I just can't." Poor guy has a wuss for a wife. So we ripped all the cardboard/cushions/lining off the couch, somehow got it up the stairs, only to find that it WOULD NOT fit through the front door. So we left it in the hallway for two hours while we took the truck back and rode the subway home. Good thing we had a genius neighbor who told us how to get it inside. Now we don't have to sit on our kitchen chairs to watch TV! hurrah!
Everything is going well. Except for the fact that Wade tricked me today at the grocery store and traded our 1% milk for Vitamin D. Which disgusts me. Of course I didn't notice until we got home. His punishment? SKIM MILK. FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.
Here are some pictures from our recent excursions:
This is at the Old North Church, which just so happens to be right in my backyard. And yet, I still never managed to go over there.