I hate my couch.

I hate my couch.
I hate my couch but love my owl pillow.

I hate my couch but love my owl pillow.

I have been home sick for two days and this is what I have discovered, I do not like my couch. I do realize that in the overall scheme of things my not liking my couch is not earth shattering news. I also realize that not liking my couch is a pretty selfish statement in regards to things that can cause dislike in life. None the less, I do not like my couch. I liked it in the store. It was the right size and I loved the color I let The Thinker pick out himself. But when It was delivered and I sat on it for a few weeks I did not like it at all. Considering we only purchase a new couch every 10 years or so I have exactly 8 years and 4 months left with this one. Ugh! So, I was thinking maybe just maybe one of you could come over for a visit and “accidentally” spill some red wine all over it or maybe knock over a candle and “Oops!” burn the cushions. Maybe just maybe you could all come over at once and we could pig pile on the couch causing  it to break. All I know is that If I have to look and sit on this couch for another 8 years and 4 months something is going to break and it’s not going to be pretty.

P.S. I wrote this when I had been vomiting for 36 hours and laying on the above mentioned couch. I did not post it because I was thinking that maybe it was the plague talking. I am feeling better and just re read this and decided nope, it was not being sick that made me hate the couch, I really hate the couch.

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