I am happy to report the couch of my heart has arrived. I would explain to you the long, drawn out couch saga, but I have talked about it so much that I have begun to bore myself to death.
You can see the couch pictured above. Please ignore the disgusting 20-year-old carpet that the couch is on. That carpet is going away this summer. I cannot wait.
This couch is my new lover and best friend and fills the hole in my soul that capitalism insists I fill with stuff. I’d take a better picture of it for you, but living room is still in disarray because of Wendell.
Wendell’s very favorite thing to do is tear up the bottom of furniture, climb inside and intermittently sleep and tear it apart from the inside. He’s very lucky he’s cute otherwise you’d want to murder him all the time. The only way I have figured out to deter Wendell from this beastly behavior is double-sided tape. I’ve only learned this through copious trial and error and I have the ragged-bottomed furniture to prove it.
So the couch of my dreams is so dreamy that today I napped so hard I drooled and woke myself up. That’s the #1 sign of a good nap, right?