I have previously mentioned that we spent New Year's Day shopping for a couch. To be more precise, we had spent that whole weekend. We looked at a lot of places. Just ask The Kids. It was too bad for them that The Babysitter was out of town. For a swimmeet. Because you know when you finally find that one kid who is such a good kid you kind of wish at least one of your kids will grow up to be just like her, she has a life.
Did I mention that we spent all weekend shopping for a couch? Or that we hit a lot of furniture stores? Did I mention how difficult it is to find a decent looking couch? Especially when, since you don't have a guest room and your parents stay with you quite often and you're sick of sleeping on the couch or in the big "comfy" chair, you need to have a sleeper, at least queen sized, in it? Well, in case I didn't, it all is true.
When you finally decide on a couch you both can live with (meaning it's not that pretty to look at, but you can survive putting your butt on it for the next few years), you will THEN find out that there is an $89 delivery charge to drive said couch 5 miles. At which point both you and your cheap ash husband will explain to the salesman that we are ready to pay you cash for this ok couch if you will cut us a deal on delivery. Thus, marking the salesman as a complete idiot when he states that he can't because it is 'corporate'.
Then, you might just march The Kids and The Dad out of said store biting your tongue the whole way, when The Girl may just speak up for the integrity of The Whole Family and state that said salesman is an idiot and do we have to go to another furniture store? Where you will then respond that no, we are done for now. Not even scolding The Girl for her name calling because you've raised her to be nothing but honest.
On Monday, we found a most wonderful furniture warehouse in The Valley. I must admit, when The Dad showed me the ad for Michael's Furniture Warehouse, I was a bit, um, put off to say the least.
Not only did they have exactly the sort of couch we were looking for, but they had several for us to choose from. We had gotten used to seeing the same 4 couches at many different stores. Not here, we saw lots of furniture options. (They should really pay me for this commercial shouldn't they?)
The Bunny? He had us in and out of the store in 40 minutes with our couch being delivered from The Valley for $49. Our couch arrived Thursday, a mere 2 days after we purchased it.
We will be making the majority of our furniture purchases from them. They've been in the same location since 1961 and out of the handful of employees working that day, 10 years was the shortest length of time being employed there.
Anyway, we needed a new couch because when The Dad and I first got together, he had a cat. The Cat was not really a cat, but more of a tiny leprechaun person, yet, she did enjoy using her claws. Once on The Girl, then on my (at the time) new couch...
I will spare myself the embarrasment of showing you the rest of my old, disgusto couch. I did have a cover that I bought for it, but between The Dog and The Kids, it wasn't in much better shape.
We had looked into getting the old couch reupholstered, but the cheapest qoute we got was $750 plus we'd have to be without a couch for at least 3 weeks, plus, we'd have to pay for them to store our couch while they waited to get to it. We decided it was cheaper to buy a new couch. We put it off for about 3 years until we finally got sick of it and decided to take the plunge.
See, don't we look all grown up? Now, I was going to straighten everything, but decided I would take a page out of someone else's book and keep it real.
The table we picked up for $40 from Craigs list. I love it and The Kids love to play with the baskets.
I'm also waiting for this to arrive:

Which not only will replace the pictures of The Kids, but may force me into painting the room that wonderful blue. And did you know that Pottery Barn now has their own line of paint?
I would also like to take this moment to show you how The Boy kept himself amused during all this furniture shopping.
Which results in:
Static hair.
Please excuse two things about The Boy.
1. That chappedness around his mouth? He will not stop licking himself during windy days. Freak
2. He is not stoned. I swear. He simply had 24 straight hours of playing with friends and then a sleep-over, followed by more playing with friends. Dude was exhausted. It was The First Time that The Girl outtalked The Boy.
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