Been There, Done That: Old dog, new couch

Our son recently showed me a picture of a nice looking loveseat. It would match our living room perfectly and had an automatic recliner on both sides that lays totally flat, with a console in the middle. Wow. That’s nice. He asked me if we wanted it. Well yeah, but not really, we just got the loveseat we have not long ago, which fits the space and doesn’t have recliners, so it’s really easy for me to move by myself. That’s mostly to get to the outlet behind it and vacuum under it on those years when I spring clean.

I told him to ask his dad and see what he says. “I already did and he wants it,” he said. Well, what are you even asking me for? It seems this was already settled without me. So first, Dave and I needed to find a home for the one we have. It’s a cute little chocolate brown loveseat with no frills, also no rips, no stains, and no hiding the “bad side of the cushion.”