We get things done.

Today Laura bought a new TV.

We were all pretty excited about it because our old TV was O.L.D. As in: I'm-not-turning-on-cause-I'm-tired old.

Laura recruited me to help her remove the old TV so that we could make way for the new one. Problem: this beast is HEAVY!!! We tried to lift it and quickly determined that there was no possible way we could move it. I'm just a little girl. And I didn't really want a broken toe. Or a hernia.

Somehow, against my better judgment, we found ourselves in the predicament illustrated by this picture.

We'd like to call it "creative moving."

cre*a*tive mo*ving

noun

The use of various household furniture (mostly of the living-room variety) to aid in the transference of extremely heavy objects in the absence of the help of strong men.

After a slightly panic-filled moment (on my part) of thinking, "Now what?" we managed to flex our muscles enough to heave the monster of an appliance across the room, where it now resides in peaceful ginormousness behind the air-hockey table (until we can bribe some of our stronger friends to lug it up the stairs and out to the dump).

It was worth all of the sweaty effort because...ah...sweet reward: our DVR'd shows never looked so good!