end of an era

it’s thursday people. THURSDAY. i have somehow managed to make it all the way to thursday without making one single person shoot a hot beverage out their nose. i apologize for my extreme failure.

~sigh~

so. i was bored last weekend. i finally decided there was nothing better to do than clean my house. which made me realize i don’t like the way my furniture was arranged. which made me realize: it must be time for new furniture. so i bought some. it’s being delivered tomorrow. so i’m taking the day off. might as well, right? mostly, i will be spending all of tomorrow being completely inappropriate with my new chair. can you say PERFECT. READING. CHAIR.? seriously. i think this chair may be every book whore’s wet dream. which i happen to be. and it is.

so. getting new furniture means getting rid of old furniture. which is actually sad. see, the couch i have now is the last remnant of my divorce. which i could actually care less about…i wasn’t married long enough to be too attached any memories there. what it IS attached to however is memories of my little spawn. the couches were bought RIGHT BEFORE he was born. we decided that having a baby meant we needed to upgrade from my college futon to REAL furniture. so we picked out what turned out to be the MOST MAGICAL couch and love seat. i actually have to warn people when they come over: sitting on these couches for any extended length of time WILL put you to sleep. it’s what they do. perhaps because i broke them in the right way- after the spawn was born i wasn’t allowed to nurse him in bed at night (don’t ask..one of MANY stupid rules. oy vey.). so spawn and i spent basically the first 9 months (til we moved out) sleeping all snuggled up on the couch together. some of the sweetest baby memories E.V.E.R. awww…now he’s all growed up and a smarty pants (he’s discovering his sense of humor now…funniest. thing. ever. to watch).

besides the small spawn memories, i have to think of all the COULD HAVE BEEN small spawns. yes, i’m sure there are millions of aborted babies on that couch. (like you didn’t know this was coming…it’s thursday people). and i can honestly say: none of the aborted babies on the couch would have been mine. looking back, i honestly can’t remember one time of being all freaky deaky on my couch…there had to have been once…seven years…hmmm…depressing. that means even if there WAS an instance, it wasn’t very memorable. double depressing.

apparently, however, that couch is THE après spot for everyone else that has ever been to/stayed over at my house. odd. there have been several nights where i decided i REALLY DIDN’T need a drink of water from the kitchen…no need to interrupt the animal planet re-enactment going on in my living room.

so. tomorrow is the end of an era. good bye to my old couch and love seat. hello to my new lovely modern couch and chair. good bye aborted babies. hello cushions with no mystery spots.