Sadly, his demise was accelerated by a trio of Walsh boys who viewed him as a magnificent combination of trampoline and coloring book.
|Do NOT leave your wet coats on the couch, you hear me?! Yeah. That worked.|
|Poor Dead Fred|
Sorry, Fred. There were braces and Catholic school to pay for next year.
My husband called up Bad Luck Lenny to help maneuver Fred into the alley. Oddly enough, not one Chicago garbage picker even slowed down to take a second look.
Poor Fred, I almost felt sorry for him.
That was, until I sat down on Antonio:
|"Marianne (and Marianne ONLY), come sit with me and discuss life, love, and musical theatre."|
Sorry, Joey. But did you see what you guys did to my couch?
I also had a $200 gift card leftover from when we bought our TempurPedic bed 3 years ago.
Final cost = $149.
For someone who has never really owned "new" things, I am almost embarrassed by my overwhelming love and desire for Antonio. Just being in the same room with him makes my heart skip a beat. I try to remind myself that he is, after all, just a couch.
But that doesn't mean I have to cut off his tags.