We fought the sectional and the sectional (almost) won

This, ladies and gentlemen, is a battle scar--the remnants of a long night spent cursing U-Haul and heavy sectional sofas. Yes, this is Tasha's arm--or what's left of it, after we finally got the @*%?ing sofa out of the *&#!ing U-Haul truck, right about 4 a.m. Saturday.

Yes, we were moving at 4 a.m. That's because when we picked up the truck at 6 p.m. Friday, we were casually informed that the truck had to be back at 8 a.m. the next day. Nice of them to mention that you can't get a 24-hour rental on the weekend when I made the reservation online, or one of the multiple times I had to call them to see when I could pick up the truck. So, after picking up a sectional sofa I bought off Craig's List, with some help from the woman I bought it from, then fueling up with some Mexican (maybe not the best idea?), Tasha and I set to work loading up all of our stuff (mostly mine, since she's traveling light these days) into the truck. By 11:30 p.m., we were loaded and ready to go--halfway there.

We then spent the next three hours unloading everything that we had just loaded. Needless to say, the later it got, the slower we moved, and the more breaks we took. Finally, about 3 a.m., we had everything out. Well...almost everything. Still sitting in the back of the truck was the three-piece sectional sofa. The sectional sofa that three of us had moved earlier, with A LOT of effort, and before moving everything we owned within the span of six hours. And, oh yeah, one end of the sectional is a sleeper sofa (i.e., lots of heavy metal) and the other end is two recliners (i.e., lots more heavy metal). If you've ever felt total defeat, you know how we felt looking in that truck at that moment. Still, we knew we had no choice but to forge on. So we steeled ourselves up for the long battle ahead. Here's how the fight went:

Round One: Misty v. The Sleeper Sofa. Winner: Misty, by a hair. After wrestling the sofa onto the dolly, we headed for the ramp. With Tasha risking life and limb guiding the sofa from below, I was using every last available muscle fiber pulling against gravity to keep the beast from barreling down onto poor Tasha. In the end, we arose the victors.

Round Two: Tasha and Misty v. The Corner Piece. Winner: The tag team, easily. Ha! Looking back, The Corner Piece was a piece--of cake! Well, not really, but comparatively speaking...

Round Three: Tasha v. The Recliners. Winner: Tasha, after a hard-earned comeback. Take Round One. Reverse the roles. Remember that Tasha's reserves have already been depleted by the first two rounds. She took some hits, but it was by sheer will and determination that Tasha staged one of the greatest comebacks of our time, and kicked The Recliners' collective asses.

Despite the rocky all-night move, things are going well now. We love the new place, especially our super-sized bathrooms, and we spent the whole weekend unpacking and shopping for apartment stuff. We're still in transistion, but once we get unpacked and a little more settled, we'll have a photo journal to come.