Ever since I met the husband six years ago we have been looking for a couch.Â He wanted a sectional like his neighbor had.Â Of course that couch came from a store that didn’t exist any more.
So for the past six years we’ve been testing sectionals.Â He wanted leather.Â I wanted comfy.Â I can test every couch in a store in a few minutes.Â I sit down.Â I stand up.Â I declare it uncomfortable.Â Why would anyone want to buy a couch that isn’t comfy?
The other problem is cheapness.Â We don’t believe in borrowing money for something like a couch so we need to save up for it and this is expensive.
Long, long, long story short he called me a week or so ago at work and said he bought a couch.Â I went after work to see it.Â He was leading me through the store and I saw one sectional.Â I thought “At least I know he didn’t buy that one.”Â Of course, he sat down on that one.Â It is hideously ugly but it is comfy.
It is coming today.Â Last night we moved the old couch.Â The animals were horrified.Â Powder used to panic when furniture was moved.Â Her first people abandoned her when they moved.Â She thought furniture moving meant we were leaving her.Â Now she’s had enough moves to know she’s coming with but she was pissy.Â “Why can’t we just pick a house and stay there?”
The overall worry though was “Where are we going to sit?”Â Neither Powder or Freckles, my delicate little flowers, would consider sitting on the floor.Â Who does that?Â They are civilized pets.
Freckles spent the morning guarding the remaining piece of furniture in the living room. It also had all the pillows and an afghan on it for added bonus comfies.
Right now she is a bit afraid of the new couch. It is also cold so she doesn’t want to sit on it. I laid down on the couch and she immediately laid on top of me. Yep, we buy a sectional big enough for everyone to stretch out on and she’s still laying on me. Why am I not surprised?