This morning, the mister and I became overwhelmed with disgust at how “doggy” our cloth sectional sofa had become. We’re having lots of company over the holidays, and we couldn’t face the onslaught with what amounted to a stinky, fur-covered, drool-soaked group of raised dog beds, so we hitched up the wagon and drove into town for a replacement:
This means the rest of our day will be pure hell as we struggle to hoist these massive boxes into the abode and assemble the new sofa with inscrutable instructions. No carefree beer, BBQ and ballgame Sunday for us. But I think it’ll be worth it.
Open thread!