This Is Why We Don’t Have a New Couch

Posted: 9 June 2008 in bitter old woman, observations

This weekend, we drove past a row of couches turned up on end on a steamy, hot street corner.  If they were free, we’d have snatched one up instantly, but as the nice man expected cash, we demurred.  Our couches look like they have lost a jungle skirmish, scarred, ripped, beaten down.  We could have brought home a pretty, new couch, but that would have meant explaining things to him:

Yes.  I will eat your couch.

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Comments
  1. rye says:

    Aww! And how could you explain anything to that sweet face?? haha

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