No one invited Murphy

Murphy and his law that is.

Today I was supposed to have a new couch and love seat delivered. I had decided at the beginning of the summer that I wanted a clean slate. New wall color. New art. New couch and love seat.

I found a set that fit my budget, found a friend to buy the florals that were currently residing in my house and we scheduled for everything to happen on one day. Move out, move in - ta da.

All was well until the couch that I had chosen could not fit in my house.

If you've been to my condo, you know that there is a small closet area just inside the door and sharp right turn into the living area. Well this couch must be a monster couch because it did not fit. AT ALL.

We took the light fixture down.

We took the door off the hinges.

We took the feet off the sofa.

Nada.

So they left, apologizing and bemoaning their lack of tip for the day. I started calling people so they could hear my wailing and gnashing of teeth.

My room is so empty, I said. I should have the carpet cleaned, I said. I could do aerobics now, I said. I can't have friends over, I said.

Until Mad made a very good point.

Why don't you see if they have another love seat and just get two love seats?

So simple but I was so caught up in my own bemoaning of the situation that I didn't think about it. I call my  sales guy who informs me, yes, there are two love seats available. And now they will be delivered on Saturday much to my delight.

The lesson of the day:  measure before you buy. Although I'm not sure even I could have calculated that this would happen.