I have a superpower. I'm not kidding, it really is a superpower. It's one of the crappier ones, but it doesn't qualify me as a villain or evil genius or anything, and it's freaky enough to be 'super', so let's go with 'superpower
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As long as the new sofa can be gotten up the stairs, I think it shall all end happily. Well, assuming it doesn't bring along a litter of loveseats, free to good home...
Yeah. Up the stairs and in through the door! I woke up the day after we payed for it with a scream, certain that it wouldn't fit through the bloody door (our hallway is narrow and theres a closet just opposite the doorway). I've considered making a mockup of carton, just to check. Sweetest tries to calm me down and talks about the professionals that will be carrying the sofa. They have delivered many a sofa before, he tells me, but I'm sure that our doorway is trickier than any other (keep in mind all the sofas that I've carried in and out of it so far).
Oh well. When I return from work today it'll probably be in place and I can relax.
Red and velvet! Sounds LOVELY.
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