Last weekend I nigh broke my back by parking myself in a disintegrating bean bag for the day.
It may not surprise you to learn, then, that the day after all that editing, I went couch-shopping. Today, five short days after I slapped down some cash I haven't actually earned yet, look what's arrived:
The sharp-eyed among you will note the remote control is already in prime position and yes, that is a cup of freshly brewed hot chocolate on the floor. Because watching those blokes lug the couch up two flights of stairs was exhausting, dammit.
(This is, needless to say, NOT one of the $8,000+ couches. Because while I'm sure they're very good couches, and will last the twenty years the manufacturer is offering as per their warranty, I'm just not ready for a twenty-year commitment at this point, yanno? Honestly, couch store, it's not you, it's me…)