I’ve got a whole bunch of shit I’ve been saving up because I haven’t had time to post all the pix. Well, I’ve got some free time tonight, so here goes:
Those of you who know me (which is pretty much everybody who reads this blog) know that my grandparents have been going through a lot of shit lately. They’re probably going to have to move out of the home they’ve lived in since the 60’s (or was it earlier?) They had been slowly giving away shit that other family members wanted, but serious health concerns have dramatically accelerated the process. Where does this come in, you ask?
Everybody, meet That 70’s Couch:
It’s huge. It’s pretty damn comfy. They got this crazy sofa from a relative (I forget whom?) when I was young, and it’s occupied the west wall of their living room ever since. Now it’s occupying mine. I’ve spent way, way too many Thanksgivings and Christmases passed out on this couch, after eating my weight in Grandma’s holiday dinner. It seems wrong that it’s in my living room, but my grandparents gave it to me. I guess they figured at this point we were old friends, and they’re probably right.
I’ll carry on later about why this whole family thing is utterly infuriating.