Back story: earlier this May, Andy and I made the decision to be grown ups and buy a house. Which, of course, brings with it the need for extra furniture, appliances, etc. Of course, these new digs also need to be hauled to the new house somehow. This wouldn't be an issue normally, except for the fact that Andy also owns a small car with a tiny back seat. It hadn't been a problem until the afternoon that we ended up at World Market and found the perfect set of patio furniture. The sales associate who helped out informed us that there were only a few left, and said that he would put our set out front near the register for us. How perfectly nice and wonderful of him.
We walk up to the register to find...boxes. Plural. Fairly large boxes. More than the slightly large but probably okay to put in my car box that had been sitting with said patio furniture on display. I looked at Andy and told him that I wasn't quite sure we'd be fitting that all into the Mini in one trip. Andy doesn't even toy with this notion and asks the sales associate if they have any rope.
We get the boxes out to my car and put the seats down. At this point, it becomes a game. The sales associate shows obvious doubt, but says nothing. Andy shows only persistence. Ten minutes later, both boxes are in my car. There was no room for Andy but that was no matter - we fit two gigantic boxes of patio furniture into the Mini. I took them back to the apartment and went back to pick Andy up. Thus, #butwillitfitinthemini was born, a game that turned into shoving any purchase made that should probably be hauled with a pick up truck into my little red Mini.
BEHOLD THE POWER.
Episode number one: the patio furniture, and the birth of #butwillitfitinthemini.
Snug like a bug in a rug. Or boxes in a Mini.
Episode number two: The lawnmower.
Not pictured: a very unamused Lowe's employee.
Oh, the grill. The assembly of which shall be a glorious story for another day.
Episode number four: four pots of roses, five bags of mulch, six flat cinder blocks, and other various gardening supplies.
And a partridge in a pear tree. Just wait. There really is a tree coming.
Episode number five: a tree.
Episode number six: catering from City BBQ.
By far the best smelling trip.
And there you have it, folks. You don't need a fancy pick up truck to haul your larger purchases around. Just a little red Mini and a lot of determination.
Surely there will be future #butwillitfitinthemini episodes, which I will be sure to post. Until then, I've restarted my blog as an outlet for things that I want to put out of my mind and into writing. There is no general theme - most likely a lot of silliness, a lot of baking, lots of unfinished craft projects, and a lot of rambling about various life events. Basically, an outlet other than Facebook. This is 30 for me. I've only been there for about a week, but the past year has been great, so I can only assume that the thirties will be the best set of years yet. For now, I'll leave you with one more fun Mini picture.
To the curious: yes, you can fit two car seats in the back of the Mini. No, it isn't really feasible and I would not recommend going through the twenty plus minutes it will take you to get said car seats in the back seat, and that is before the addition of the actual children and complete buckling and strapping in. Here we have the pre-seat belt strap in, and little Cooper is already asleep. (Yes, Cooper rode in the Cooper. Jokes were made.) By far the cutest thing I've hauled around!
Monday, October 27, 2014