I don't live in a Donna Reed neighborhood...

There's no Donna, no Wally, no Beaver....only lil' ol' independent me. I bought a couch last night...a full size one and hauled it home to muscle into the house. I had been using some really uncomfortable furniture ("butt-numbing") so lately I've been pulling a plush blanket to the floor so I can stretch out for reading or watching TV. Of course, having hardwood floors, they are also butt-numbing but at least I can stretch out. My love seat is too small and the chair...yeah right. Unfortunately I've also been falling asleep on the floor and have frequently not woken up until I hear the alarm sounding upstairs in my bedroom (there's an open floor vent between the two rooms). You know what that means....Gidget wakes up very very stiff and usually has a pounding headache by mid-day. Well, I decided I'd had enough. I thought I would buy a futon but by the time you find a frame you like and then go buy an extra cushy cushion...you've spent about the same that you would have spent on a couch. So....I got home at 7:30, finished a phone call, started wrestling the couch to the front door, got another phone call, went back to wrestling the couch and finally had it inside by 9:30. I would have called the neighbors to help, but they weren't home. The tenants across the street just watched, but I wouldn't have asked them for help anyway. (They were the "Toms" peeping in my windows.) My mother had asked me how I was planning to get it in the house...I told her "sheer determination" and that's what it took. I called her afterwards to let her know I got it in and she couldn't believe that no one offered to assist me. I told her that I didn't live in a Donna Reed neighborhood. Sad, I know...but at least I have a decent couch now...