Something Fell Apart!
Something in my house fell apart.
I tried to keep it as long as possible thinking it would just repair itself, but it didn't.
I tried to cover it up.
But, alas, it will be replaced.
You were worried weren't you? Slightly Hot Husband was probably sweating reading this. No, he's not falling apart. He's still slightly hot.
Look at him here at a Halloween party. He went as Really Hot Husband.
[This was post-Halloween and the boys were sick of dressing up. Hence, the face paint-only costume. Look Clarice, four year old is holding a real brain!]
OK. So maybe my husband is not falling apart and we're not falling apart, but this is falling apart.
.
Look closely at the upper left hand corner.
Can't see it? OK, wait. Here it is.
I know! Look at that! It's insides are coming out. Beneath that green that's-beautiful-what-is-that-velvet blanket lurks several scratch marks and beneath the cushions are exposed springs. My son once found an old apple core inside the ripped material surrounding the springs. (Well the cleaning lady, a.k.a. me, doesn' t always clean under the cushions. In her defense, she's just a smidgen busy these days.)
Truly I think Gracey ruined the couch. I mean look at what I made her wear last month.
She totally got me back.
So, yes, thanks for asking, I bought a new couch today as part of the Recession Suppression movement. The loveseat is kid-proof and dog-proof, and hopefully coffee proof. In fact, it's the same color as a cup of Kirkland/Bucks blend with light cream and sugar. I can't wait to see it! It'll be here the day before Darth Vader arrives. Maybe I'll have him sit on it and test it out. Maybe I'll sit next to him on the couch. Maybe I'd better find him first!
I tried to keep it as long as possible thinking it would just repair itself, but it didn't.
I tried to cover it up.
But, alas, it will be replaced.
You were worried weren't you? Slightly Hot Husband was probably sweating reading this. No, he's not falling apart. He's still slightly hot.
Look at him here at a Halloween party. He went as Really Hot Husband.
[This was post-Halloween and the boys were sick of dressing up. Hence, the face paint-only costume. Look Clarice, four year old is holding a real brain!]
OK. So maybe my husband is not falling apart and we're not falling apart, but this is falling apart.
.
Look closely at the upper left hand corner.
Can't see it? OK, wait. Here it is.
I know! Look at that! It's insides are coming out. Beneath that green that's-beautiful-what-is-that-velvet blanket lurks several scratch marks and beneath the cushions are exposed springs. My son once found an old apple core inside the ripped material surrounding the springs. (Well the cleaning lady, a.k.a. me, doesn' t always clean under the cushions. In her defense, she's just a smidgen busy these days.)
Truly I think Gracey ruined the couch. I mean look at what I made her wear last month.
She totally got me back.
So, yes, thanks for asking, I bought a new couch today as part of the Recession Suppression movement. The loveseat is kid-proof and dog-proof, and hopefully coffee proof. In fact, it's the same color as a cup of Kirkland/Bucks blend with light cream and sugar. I can't wait to see it! It'll be here the day before Darth Vader arrives. Maybe I'll have him sit on it and test it out. Maybe I'll sit next to him on the couch. Maybe I'd better find him first!