Furniture follies

1) Today, while the delivery guys were bringing in our brand! new! mattress!!!, I tried to help out by opening the screen door for them. Shrapnel had just woken up from his nap and was looking like he was going to make a run for it, so I picked him up and held him as the mattress passed us by. One of the guys making the delivery saw him and asked, "Is that a cat or a raccoon?" Jeez, he's only 16.5 pounds - tough room, I tell you.

2) Over the weekend, The Texan and I went out sofa shopping. It's been a while since I've been on the look-out for a new sofa, and apparently there have been all sorts of sofa advances. Did you know, for example, that many sectionals come these days with a hidden compartment for your chips/remote/porn stash/what have you, as well as CUP HOLDERS for your beer? The sad thing is that the furniture makers clearly do not know their audience, as the size of the cup holders is too small for most alcoholic beverages. Or I would wager. Ahem.

3) While shopping for said sofa, we got to travel back in time at one store, where the salesguy refused to address any comments to me and spent the whole time making his pitch to The Texan. I guess us little ladies don't have any emotional ties to or interest in our sofas.

We did not buy anything, which is fine as I am still too jazzed about our new mattress to really care about anything else right now. Pillow-top-induced rest and relaxation, here I come!