There it is. There's our new couch. It's not all that exciting, but it's new and it's way comfortable. So of course we love it. It makes me fall asleep! Our last couch did not make me fall asleep. It made noises cuz it was pleather and it was falling to pieces.
So one night we were sitting on our shamble couch and we thought the dumbest thought about couches (second dumbest following the pleather couch) in the history of time.
Instead of having a friend come over with a truck and take it to a dumpster, let's rip the couch to shreds. Destroy the couch and put it in the dumpster. Obvious choice! Yes. But that's not the only brilliant decision we made. We both enthusiastically agreed that destroying the couch a week before we get our new couch would be super smart. Our logic was, for a week we'd have so much room. We'd love it. We could just bask in the glory of floor space. We'd sit on the floor and it would be fine for a week. And a week would be the perfect amount of time to not care about all of our new found space, because we'd want to sit on a couch. So we'd be willing to lose space again.
Foolish! All of it. Why were we trying to mess with our own minds? Also, couch destruction took an entire Saturday. Hours and hours of couch destruction. At first it was a blast. The it was exhausting and there was no end to this thing! Sure I had a good time dancing around the couchless living room. I can admit that. Was it worth having to sit on the floor? I just don't know.
What I do know is that we have a couch now and it's pretty amazing.
Because I just wrote a post about our new couch and expect anyone to care to read it, here's a picture of Baby William and Luke Skywalker the kitten.