Somewhere to Rest my Weary Reary

Anthony Jr. and I went to Ikea over President's Day.

He's not my most enthusiastic shopper, but he is my most capable lifter.

After our shopping trip and much dragging, lifting and squeezing, we managed to get an unassembled couch into the basement.

             

My Mom and I got it together with no problem...and I love it.

                                                                     

...mainly because I now have a comfy place to fold laundry, only feet away from the washer/dryer!

That's what couches are for, right?

Now I just need to get the TV moved downstairs, so I can have lazy, laundry-folding time at night, once all of the hooligans are in bed.

...and then no one will be quietly sitting on the stairs behind me, lured out of bed by the sweet, sweet sound of the Walking Dead.