ANYWAYS!! Long story short. We found one. A flip flop couch that is. And on the drive home I mentioned to Mike about what should we do with the old crappy couch. He said we might as well try to put it in the basement for the kids.
Well the only problem with that is HE can't do any lifting. At least anything that is over 20 lbs.
So Tatum, Jake and I rolled up our sleeves. And proceed to huff and puff and get the couch as stuck as stuck could be.
3/4 of it fit through. Just not the remaining 1/4. Yes, we took off foot pedals. Yes we turned it on it's side. Yes we lifted it at an angle. (believe me, we had the supervision of Mike)
We JUST kept pushing believing it HAD to fit. WE WERE ALMOST THERE
We shredded the door's siding and dented the heck out of wall boards. There was NO TURNING BACK.
But there was no going forward.
Some of my children were upstairs. Some were down. At one point Jake crawled through the basement window and walked throughout the snow, the situation was so desperate.
By the time we decided to retreat, it WOULDN"T BUDGE.
And Mike couldn't do a thing to help.
He realized his guitars were down there.....and he had no access to them. Oh Hell to the no!!
Next thing I know the man had a hatchet!!
When I smelled smoke from the circular saw, I frantically called neighbors to help me. You try finding men to help during the freaking Super bowl!!