King of the Couch
My wife and I bought a couch and love seat today. You see, the old couch reeks of cat pee, which is rather unfortunate, since we eat our meals on said couch. Not appetizing. Anyway, I just realize about 30 seconds ago that we just spent a little more than half of what I make in a month and we're already just squeaking by.
On a related note, my underwear has, within the last minute or so, began smelling a bit like pee.
I'm not at all nervous. Not even a little...
On a related note, my underwear has, within the last minute or so, began smelling a bit like pee.
I'm not at all nervous. Not even a little...
Labels: Life
posted by Noise Monkey at 8:52 PM
2 Comments:
This is where I start teasing you for "getting old." I mean, buying a couch and love seat? They probably match, too, don't they?
Duh! And they even color coordinate with our curtains! Plus, I think they match the placemats and apple-motif pot holders in the kitchen and dining room area!
I AM the new Martha Stewart!
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