"How can you claim such a thing?" you ask! Well, here's how: I've developed insomnia because I am consumed by.... couches.
And pots. And pans. And how in the hell you're supposed to cook anything without a microwave (that's another post). And how to paint a room. And how to sand a coffee table.
Who do I think I am?
Whoever I am, I dream of slipcovers. And I, naturally, have been doing some online stalking to further my mental preoccupations.
Here are some couch findings:
If you google couch you will get to enjoy this:
Or better yet, this:
We're all soapy and clean now...
And if, as you observe my very bizarre behavior, you're fearing that I've become a regular Mad Men housewife, I'll just let you in on something to ease your mind: tonight I cooked a lean cuisine on a piece of cardboard because I don't have baking sheets... or a microwave... or anything besides wine glasses really.
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