Please take a minute to read this post where I bitch about being sick. Or even this post where I also bitch about being sick.

The point I am trying to make is : I AM SICK.

So. We got new to us couches two weeks ago and since the old couch was disgusting and old and gross and yucky and green and flowery and worn out gross-disgusting-GARBAGE, we tossed it over the fence into the back alley so it would be picked up and trashed during the towns bi-annual back alley clean up. (back alley clean up is exactly what it sounds like. twice a year you can toss whatever you were unable to fit into your regular garbage can into the alley and the town hauls it – free of charge – to the dump)

Last night, at about seven, my mother in law calls to tell us that they got a flyer in their mail that said if there are items in the back alley sooner than a week before the back alley clean up date, the homeowner will be fined. This of course, sent my in laws into a tizzy and they called to tell hubs that he JUST HAD TO move the couch into the dumpster by their complex or OMG! A Fine!

So fine whatever, it ends an argument and hubs agrees to carry the couch down the back alley to the dumpster. BUT THEN IT STARTS TO RAIN. And, if you recall, I’M SICK. The last thing I want to do is go outside, it the pouring rain to help hubs take the old disgusting couch to the dumpster!

I’m glad that it was pitch dark last night because of the RAIN CLOUDS, because I bet I looked like a total dunce holding the couch cushions over my head like some kind of floppy floral green rain guards!

Cushions actually make good umbrellas right up to the part where you have to toss them into the dumpster. Funnily enough, once they were no longer over my head, I got SOAKED running home. Just awesome for my cold.

Who wants to take bets on me developing pneumonia before this is done.