July 1st, 2007

exactly how long is a Jeep?

On Wednesday the Porkchop’s sister arrives, friend in tow, to spend a few days with us.

This meant, of course, that this weekend was comprised of lots of cleaning, a moderate amount of fretting and the moving of a futon. A large futon. A giant-mother-fucking-heavy-ass-futon that was too long for my Jeep but I insisted it was fine.

It was only six miles, after all, and on back roads. So the Chop and I loaded up our friend’s futon, and precariously drove home, the back door swinging open, the Chop holding the armrest to keep it in the car whilst simulataneously telling me that a) his arm was dislocating and b) why didn’t I tell him this was my plan?

To which I replied, “Well I told you it was seven feet long, what did you think I was going to do?”

I thought you had a plan!

“Dear, do I ever have a plan? This, this was my plan. We drive home with the back door open.”

THAT IS NOT A PLAN. If you’d have told me, I would have brought bungee cords.

“We don’t have any.”

We would have gone and purchased some.

“Eh, that’s too much work. See, we’re almost home, no problem!”

It was a fun morning. Now he’s passed out on the couch and I’m making banana bread. Party central over here. 😉