Death of a Couch (1986-2013)

Fred had a good long run and enjoyed a lifetime of living rooms. He traversed the homes of assorted friends and family before meeting his final resting place on the southside of Chicago.

Sadly, his demise was accelerated by a trio of Walsh boys who viewed him as a magnificent combination of trampoline and coloring book.

Battle scars.

Do NOT leave your wet coats on the couch, you hear me?!   Yeah.  That worked.  

Poor Dead Fred

I thought about prolonging Fred's life for a while.  But when the reupholsterer gave me a quote for $850, I knew it was time to pull the plug. 

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."

Total clearance price from Darvin Furniture = $399.  Now subtract the $50 gift card (expired) that I received for doing their commercial.  This is the one that all my loyal readers demanded get reinstated in order for poor little Joey to finally get that lamp for his bedroom.

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.