i hate coming up with post titles.

here is a clearer picture of our house, and a different angle. hopefully we can close sometime next week and get moved in on the 3 day weekend that we get for pioneer day. our apartment is a disaster right now. and poor mosey is so scared of everything going on that he actually wet the bed. that has never happened before. and we were only gone for 30 minutes. poor guy..

so you know how we have a history with our couches... we have had several different sets since we have been married. all used and all very different. the first set, was very old, and we could not seem to get some certain smells out of it. the 2nd, i loved.. but unfortunately had been sitting in my parents backyard for a little too long. and certain spider families had decided to move in. and even after cleaning it out and bug bombing it, they decided to stay. i absolutely loathe spiders. and sean hates when i say that word but i don't even care. maybe i should say he loathes when i say that word. we then got another set and ended up mixing it up with another set. so so far we have put 3 sets of couches/love seats out on our lawn for free.

the first set was gone with in an hour.

the spider set? well we looked outside and there was a man sitting on it smoking a cigarette. he only spoke spanish and sean had a conversation with him. he was waiting for his friends to come pick them up. he was "Reserving" them if you will. i felt so bad giving those ones away. they looked great, but i wouldn't sit on them if you paid me to. and to be fair i felt like i had no way of warning that man since i don't speak spanish....

i don't think anyone took the 3rd set. pretty sure we took that one to D.I.

well we ended up finding a sectional that we liked over the weekend, and decided to move out our old couches. remember how i stabbed one of them? well anyway, we put the couches out there with the slipcovers on them and we left. when we came back, mosey had peed in his bed because of sheer terror or probably because he saw  someone had taken the slipcovers off of the couches and couldn't do anything about it because of the stupid cone on his head. meh, oh well. one has a hole in it from a knife. hopefully they won't mind. i can imagine the stories that they might come up with about the stab hole.. but to be honest? i think the same person has taken all of the couches... my biggest fear is that a neighbor will invite us into their home and ask me to sit on their couch. and i will see it's the spider couch. and i will feel obligated to sit on it. is that sad that i have actually thought about that really happeneing?

anyway, we have learned not to leave anything out on our front lawn unless we are trying to get rid of it. we once had to put a mattress out there because we were replacing it with a new one.. i thought someone was going to take it.  someone else saw our old washer out on the side of our house and asked if they could have it. i mean, it was even hidden?? i am pretty sure i have seen the neighbors eyeing mosey. i am glad we won't be living there when we decide to have kids because they will probably be up for grabs in a heartbeat. unless they are ugly. was that mean? wait, never mind. that didn't stop people from taking the couches, so who knows? it's probably a good thing we are moving..

*update: i just went home for lunch and someone stole the pillow/cushions off of the couches... come on! just take the whole couch!!

the time i stabbed the couch.

man. lately? i just don't have a whole lot to say. not sure why. so much has been going on this last week. i am still worn out from it all. i have missed doing my random, talk about about nothing important, TMI, rambling type of posts. i hope to get back into doing those... i mean pictures about real life events are great and all, but wouldn't you rather hear about our most embarassing moments and how i stabbed the couch with a knife all that fun stuff? no? probably not. haha. oh well.

oh, what's that? you want to hear about why i stabbed the couch with a knife? hmmm. how to explain that one without sounding like a complete psychopath... well, i guess i could tell you that someone broke into our house..and tried to steal our awesomely old, used, free couches and i was like "oh you better not! you better not!"

so then the robber laid down on the couch and got all comfy like he was at his own home or something and was all, "oh yes i am. i am so taking these."

and i looked around and all i could find was sean's pocket knife and i proceeded to threaten the robber and he wouldn't back off so i stabbed the couch to prove that i was serious, and then he finally got the hint and ran out with my ipod.

or i could tell you that there was a spider on the couch..and it laid babies inside, so i had to stab the couch to release them.. no that is just sick. gross.

well. this is what really went down. and it is not that cool or exciting. but sean bought his friend a pocket knife for his birthday. he was showing me how cool it was, and i opened it up and was admiring how sharp and shiny it was. then he said, "i dare you to stab the couch with it."

and i was all, "really?" and he was like, "yes."

so i was like, "k." so i did it. and the look on his face was pure terror. i don't think i have ever seen him that scared in his entire life.

i don't see what the big deal was. and i even told him that. "well technically sean? it is your fault. you told me to stab the couch. what did you expect?"

"chloe, if your friends all jumped off a bridge? would you?"

"well probably. that sounds like a lot of fun."

"chloe, i can't believe you just did that."

"sean, remember how you asked me to? this is your fault. and besides. i never make dinner or do my laundry when you ask me to. so i finally do this one thing, and you freak out and act like i just stabbed a couch or something. oh wait. i did. but you told me to."

so now we have a lovely hole in our awesomely old couch. it does have a slipcover. but that was on the couch when i stabbed it. so that has a hole too.

for the record, sean said that the thing that concerned him more than me actually stabbing the couch, was the no-hesitation and pure satisfaction of stabbing something. maybe you better watch out sean.

and my question is this, why wouldn't you stab a couch if someone asked you to? i mean i think i would be more concerned about the people who didn't when they were asked.

so i leave you with this.

cute pictures of our niece addison that we are obsessed with and would probably steal if we could but won't because we don't want all that family drama and stuff. maybe if we could get someone that we didn't know, to take her, then give her to us 9 months later..it wouldn't seem like such a big deal. although she won't look like a newborn then. boo. i'm gonna have to come up with something else. do you remember that movie, "the face on the milk carton"? it would be like that. but ten times cooler and i don't think this baby will have red hair.

p.s. sean was trying to cheer her up while she was getting her diaper changed. gosh. he never laughs when i am changing his.