SAY IT ISN'T SO

I think it may be time (by force) to unload the famous, the loved, well used & lately the pit of no return...yep my couch. Those of you who have been to my house recently would recognize it as the large piece of furniture that Jennifer holds down on a regular basis, read "always". It is not so much that I think she should do something(wink, wink), but it is that I am jealous. That used to be my standard position.


Back to the couch. It is currently also wrapped up in a cover or what I like to call a "couch condom" so Melissa will let in the house & to cover its unusual rustly 70's color. Yep, I said 70's. It is actually as old as me. Erin even used as her bedroom for a few weeks, while she used my dining room as a storage unit. Anyway back to something interesting.


When I was living in old town, I couldn't live with out it. I but to get it into my apartment, I had to carry it through my neighbors apartment (Jodi), out on the roof top patio, then in through my patio access. Basically, I don't F around when it comes to my couch.


I keep tearing up everytime I think how it has coddled my ass over the years. It actually does have ass indents from my ass. That has taken years of nothing but me doing what I do best.

I do have some bad memories too...okay, I'm not going to lie to you, I don't.

About 5 years ago it stopped being so comfortable to sleep on. I wasn't sure if it was the couch itself losing it's luster or if it was me just getting older and being unable to sleep anywhere at anytime. My bet was on my old ass.

Turns out, if I am "lucky", as I may get to keep the matching loveseat, as I think people have set on it, maybe total of 4 times. Don't expect to sit down next time you come to the CASA BONITA. Standing for everyone, atleast in protest.