You see, in the bonus room (yes, the one we are in the process of saving) lived this couch. How we ended up with this couch is a story all on its own. I had a perfectly fine couch up there, but bim, bam, boom!, a three couch switcheroo happened one day and we ended up with this couch.
It is a mystery how we got this couch into the bonus room. Because I assure you, we have tried again and again and AGAIN to get it outta there. No such luck.
Operation Save-a-Bonus-Room cannot commence without the removal of this couch. SO, during my mom's recent visit, we made it our mission to remove this couch from the premises.
A story of a couch's death, in pictures:
|Lots o' cushions.|
|Scarred doorway from our many attempts at removal.|
|Trying to see what we're working with on the inside.|
|Down to the padding.|
|Flipped the bitch over and got to work with the crowbar.|
|Notice the saw atop the piles of insides.|
|An arm, resting in the kitchen.|
|She served us well.|
|AND it's cut in half.|
|The space left behind.|