I just got a new couch ,which was long overdue.
This got me thinking about furniture we have had in the past.
our first couch was a beautiful ancient monument, which sometime in the sixties when everyone lost their minds, my mother had recovered in brilliant orange naugahyde. It was durable, spills wiped right off, but if you got too relaxed, you slid right off the end. when we got a new one, we put that monster out by the road for goodwill. It took 5 people to move it & when we got home , there was a sign on it that said "can not use"
Hang on, it gets more interestin, chapter 2 of the furniture saga will be posted shortly. try to hold up under the suspense.
Real world break!