A serious case of the sniffles is keeping me inside today and I took both my laptops (yes 2, thanks EPIC for refusing to run on a Mac) and tried to find a place in my apartment where I could be comfortable and grade. I felt like goldilocks. The kitchen chairs were too hard and I have to hold my feverish head up and that is just too much work. The round plastic papasan chair is too soft (it is such a trooper but it is really worn out and my butt sinks to the floor. But my bed is just right….except it makes me want to sleep. This why people buy couches and I know I should get one. Not that I don’t have deep affection for the ice-cream stained recliner in the center of my living room. I have no idea how old it is but I do know it was Sandra Clark’s chair when she was Sandra Moshier. It also withstood a move to Wisconsin, the trip back, and life in a storage locker. Getting rid of it seems so harsh considering how reliable it has been. But I need a couch.
I have had many opportunities to buy a couch. I went with Ashley once on her quest for comfy furniture and could have purchased this gem that had a matching panther entertainment center (and a dinning room set out of a Dr. Seuss book). She settled on a super comfy chocolate brown sofa from Rooms to Go. I’ve wandered around thrift stores, but then I can’t help but wonder if used couches have a cocktail of MRSA, Staph and bed bugs…so I’ve let them pass me by. This thought has also occurred to me when I drive by my dumpster. There was a leopard chase lounge that was pretty awesome, but it had a sharp piece of metal sticking up through the bottom of it. It’s the piece of furniture the bad guests have to sit on. So I left it out by the trash avoiding any life threatening illnesses or furniture parasites.
Excuses, excuses, excuses. The real reason I refuse to get a couch is because then I have to admit to myself that I live in Euless. For some reason, to me, a couch is a pledge of commitment to Euless much like couples who get a puppy together. Courtney refused to wear a coat in Ohio because that would mean she really lived there. I’m guessing this is why wea are such close friends.
I’m not sure if Euless and I are ready to get a couch together. I mean we have been together for almost 4 years, but does that really mean we are ready for the next step? The two of us moving in together will change everything. I’ll have to not sit around and eat ice cream at 4am because the new couch will judge me. I’ll feel bad if my slumped, sleepy self drips Neapolitan on the arms on the couch. I’ll have to worry that my cats chewing holes in it, or somehow manage to have a poop explosion on it.
The ice cream is a real danger, but I highly doubt the poop explosion. Big kitty has a nervous breakdown if he has to pass gas. In all honesty, I think it’s time for comfortable seating. I do live in Euless, but it won’t be forever. And I don’t need to flirt with with all the low end $20 target chairs because I am ready to invest in quality pieces where I can park my butt. I’m ready for you couch. Come join me and we will have adventures together.
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ah merry. the ridiculous refusals of things we need are only one of the reason we are such good friends!
oh and i will say this at least euless is better than sidney ohio.
I’ve never been to Sidney, but I believe you
I have no idea how old that chair is either. It was a garage sale find. Good ol’ reliable chair