My own little disco inferno here....

So I says to myself, “Me, why you like killin’ bee’s so much” and then I reply with “Well, don’t rightly know, ‘ceptin’ I likes the smell they make and the way they wiggle when on fire!” Yes folks, I have discovered hornets around our house. However, due to their proximity TO said house I was not able to use my normal means of “flaming napalm death” to rid myself of these horrible little demons. Instead, I was compelled to purchase some of that “I’m afraid to get within 400 feet of the nest” spray killer for pansies. Well My Fair Lady is now officially over. Nikki and I were all happy because we had a 3 day weekend to enjoy our new found free time, but little did we know. Saturday we had to get up at 5am to take my parents up to the airport so they could go and vacationize them selves. After returning we decided that we wanted more sleep and that we were going to get it. We then woke up a second time and went on a horse ride which took the better part of the day. Then we went to the final performance and cruised on home for some more sleep. Sunday we went to our new Ward for the first time and, despite having been told that we’d be announced and asked to stand up thus creating the reason for us to go in the first place…(partially true), we remained anonymous. The few people that did greet us were friendly and what ever, but I’d still like to dwell un-noticed in the shadows for a while longer. After that it was time to work on unpacking some more. Then the day ended all too suddenly and we had done… some things (not THOSE things). Monday it was time to mow the lawn and various other yard related things ( he he bee killing) and then a quick trip to Wal-mart to pick up the few things which yet remained on our shopping list. 2 hours (and another $200) later, we immerge from Wal-mart and vow that we are not going to spend any more money on food and house stuff, although our food storage is nearly complete. We then decide to go take a ‘gander’ around the RC Willey clearance center and see if we could find a couch for our living room, or some other piece of furniture that we felt we needed to make our lives complete. We walked around in their climate un-controlled building for an hour or two, ate a crappy hot dog, sweated like pigs (which I don’t get because when we had pigs, they only sweated when it was hot…… just like people. So why can’t we just say “hey, I sweated a lot because it was quite warm” crazy animal hating bunch you are!) and then decided to leave. So we were on our way out (which is when most of the REAL shopping gets done. And by out I mean we were actually outside….in the heat…a lot of it) and saw a couch, a big couch, 4 big couch (I left this singular on purpose, because it was all one couch, yes it was outside). We looked at the tag and decided to sit on it. When I sat on it I hated it. This is probably because the surface temperature was around the neighborhood of say 120 Fahrenheit. But after I lost consciousness it felt pretty nice. So we look into it further and the tag only lists 3 of the 4 pieces, and there is clearly a fourth piece sitting just far enough away as to suggest that it was indeed SUPPOSED to be separate. However, this fourth piece did not have a price tag on it and the price tag for the main set had its serial number crossed through with pen. At this point, it occurred to me that if we wanted to find out what was going on, we’d have to talk to one of the sales associates (a.k.a. sub-middle management vultures). So we did, and she had to talk to her manager about every single question we asked her. Anyway, we wanted to know how much it would be for the whole set so that we could tell her that we weren’t going to pay that much. And indeed, when she told us (after talking to her manager of course) we told her we wouldn’t pay that much. We DID however tell how much we would pay, at which point she went and ok’d it with her manager. Then we suddenly bought a couch… a big couch…4 big couch. The problem with the couch, the big couch, 4 big couch, was that it is difficult to move from one location to another. Now I don’t know about you all out there in reader land, but when I think of difficult things to move I think of horses. And what do we use to move horses (besides firecrackers).. a trailer. So I get the horse trailer, and I had to clean the crap out of it (literally), and am able to wedge it nicely in the parking lot so that no one can get around me while I’m there (at this, I smile… “that is SO Arizona”). Fortunately, the dudes at RC Willey were in charge of covering it and putting it in the trailer. Once in there, the couch, the big couch, 4 big couch, took up the entire volume of the trailer. So we get it home, unload it and get it in the house. And by in the house I mean that it was all in the living room, not where it was going to reside. Besides our living room isn’t big enough to contain this couch, this big couch, 4 big couch. So we decided to break it up and leave half of it upstairs in the living room, and the rest of it down in the anti-theater (because it’s not a theater….yet), which is where it will all end up eventually. So we start to take the biggest piece down stairs, and it won’t fit. At this point I noticed that it appears to have a built in seam part way through it which looks like it may separate with a little…persuasion. Indeed I was right, and who ever built the couch was smart and provided a way to take bits of it off and make it possible to maneuver. So I separate it off, and we make another go. So close, but no. So we pack it back up the stairs again and take off another piece of it. This time it barely fits and we actually get it in the anti-theater where it gets reassembled and will live out the remainder of its life because I am NOT taking that thing back up the stairs. Thus we have a couch, a big couch, 4 big couch, for the theater and bits of it will function as a living room set until we feel rich and can get something for that purpose. Nikki and I will be trying to get our house a little more in order and we will hopefully be planning a house warming party for the first weekend in August. This is subject to change and I’ll keep you all posted. Until then, don’t die.