Flash forward 6 hours.
The current couches we had were from right after I got out of college and I sewed up some covers myself. And I bought them used. So I was super excited when Darin came up with the idea to use some of my photography money to get a new couch. And we found it... last Saturday we shopped and found the perfect couch for us.
But it wasn't on sale much. So we decided to wait until they had more of a sale.
Yesterday when I had 10 minutes to spare while the girls were snoozing so I lolly-dallied on Craigslist thinking maybe, just maybe I'd find a couch comparable to our perfect couch.
Without seeing it.
Without doing a hiney test.
Without Darin's consent.
Submission was NOT put in order. But when Darin finally called after practice I told him we had a change of plans for the night. To which he replied.. "We are buying a couch, aren't we?"
Whew. Felt a little better about that response! And that he totally knows his wife! HA!
So we pack up the girls, take out the back seats in my van and Darin gets in the truck as we take our livestock and all the vehicles we own to pick up the perfect couch & chair. The one I haven't seen. And bought over the phone. Without telling my husband, remember?
So we drive the 50 minutes and get to the Craigslist dude's house and it's PERFECT.
Traveling home I had the chair in my van and I drove behind Darin to make sure that the 2-piece couch sitting on top of one another didn't move. He had it strapped down so we thought we were safe.
As we are driving going about 55 MPH I see our 1/2-the-cost-in-the-store, smoke-free, pet free, kid free, earned with my photography, perfect couch tumble out of the truck bed and smash to the busy highway. I swerve to miss it as did the 3 cars & semi that were behind me. It's now laying in the middle of the highway. Darin keep driving cluelessly down the highway as I stop, sprint out into the middle of the road and call him to tell him that we totally lost the couch. A semi is coming down the road and I think to myself, "I have GOT to stand in the middle of the road and stop this semi to protect my perfect couch!" And then I realized I am a mother and making sure I stay a mother to my two screaming babies in the van is much more important than my perfect couch.
A super cool dude which happened to be a friend of my bro's stopped and helped us get my prized couch back on the truck bed after the semi swerved to miss me and my perfect couch. We then proceeded to drive 30 MPH down country roads and Adie, Joya and I all cried. Strike that.. we all sobbed. I'm pretty sure I was the loudest.
We get home, get the couches in their place and by God's Grace.. all the scratches from the incident are on the backside of our perfect couch. Scratched side is up against the wall. So here's the dramatic, traumatic, tear filled perfect couch...
And I realized that