The new couch arrived last Thursday. Getting ready for the couch was a lot like getting ready for a baby would be, I imagine. Without all the cute little clothes you get to fold and put away. And hours of intense labor pain. But in the sense that stuff that occupied space had to go away. Luckily, we finally got our promised storage locker in the basement last week.

In reality, this couch is too big for our apartment. Way too big. But, it was just too good. It was more than couch. it was Couch. In the end, we actually had to measure the walls and our desks and other furniture, and draw diagrams in Adobe Illustrator to find a way to make it work. Which resulted in conversations like this

“There, how about that.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Why don’t you like it?”

“Because… I don’t like it.”

“I understand that, but what don’t you like?”

“It.”

Back to the drawing board, new layout and then reverse the positions of the debate. Finally, we found something that would work. One bookcase had to be sacrificed to the television and her accessories, one had to be moved into the bedroom, and the other remained where it was. Because, really, it’s not like we were having dance parties in our living room. What do we need with Floor Space. It’s a waste. What we needed was Snuggle Space.

Then kittens LOVE the new Couch.

One hour after the Couch arrived, a box full of books from Amazon arrived. And that, my friends, is why my posts have sucked the last four days. I’ve been pretty happily curled up on the Couch. And just when light at the end of the tunnel seems imminent, today… season 2.0 and 2.5 of Battlestar Galactica show up. Mmmm… dvd’s. We watched, prolly,10 episodes back to back this afternoon, after Wil got home from work.

We so lazy.