Today, I went to my sister's to move three, count 'em THREE couches (I should point out that what I'm calling "couches" are actually smaller than regular couches...they're like loveseats, but slightly larger than those). Fortunately, I wasn't the only one moving the furniture, but it was a hassle, nonetheless. First, we had to move one couch from her living room to the garage. Then we had to move another couch that was already in the garage, into the living room. Then, we had to move a third couch that was upstairs in my niece's TV room, downstairs into the living room with the other couch so that my sister will have a sort of sectional couch. THEN, we had to move a not-too-large (but still fairly heavy...it's made of solid wood) TV armoire from my sister's bedroom upstairs down to the garage. Then, two smallish bookshelf sections had to be moved upstairs into my sister's bedroom. And now, it's done.
