Catnaps and I Can't Afford Goodwill

Lawd ya'll. My writing schedule is all out of whack. I know what you're thinking... "there was a schedule?"

Just hush.

The new sofa and loveseat were delivered yesterday, fit through the door with no problem and has been stamped snooze approved by both myself and the Boston Baked Beagle. Thank gawd that's over. I wanted to take a picture of the old couch for ya'll before we hauled it off Monday, because I feel like I need to justify to the innerwebs when I spend a big chunk of change, but as I've mentioned previously... the dog ate my camera.

Just so you know, I didn't run right out and buy a new set. The Amazon and I spent all of last weekend going to every second hand, habitat, hospice and Goodwill store in Big City. Most of them didn't have anything, weren't open or wanted too much for used furniture. We ended up here and after sitting on, reclining in and wallering the snot out of everything in there I finally bought the set that was on sale.

My credit card is now on life support, but I can go home and sit down without fighting T.A. for the good side of the couch or sitting in a chair made for vertically challenged circus performers, with the broken arm which occasionally tosses you out in the floor.

I made three.. count 'em three.. trips to the dump Monday afternoon. In all honesty, I wasn't much help. T.A. and the 150 year old man who hangs out in the shed unloaded most of it. I'm pretty useless when it comes to heavy stuff anymore.

Anywho...

I'm counting the minutes 'til lunch when I can go home and stretch out on my new, reclining loveseat and catch a cat nap. Ya'll have a humpalicious Humpday. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!