Here is a little tidbit about myself...I used to be EXTREMELY impulsive. When I was younger I would make "fly by the seat of my pants" decisions. I was married and had kids so I can't say that those things made me grow up. I used to get an idea in my head and that was the end of it. I did it regardless of the cost, the danger, the studpidity, whatever. I got married at the age of 17. I bought my first house when I was 18. Which, by the way, I only looked at once and put a contract in on it. Stupid, I know, but you would think I learned my lesson. No - that is also how I got the next 3 houses. I was driving through the country one day just enjoying the fresh air and bought a lake house cabin. I actually told the woman I would take it if she could get all of her stuff out of it that day. Cars have not been much better...I usually get a wild hair and drive off the lot in something different. I can't tell you how many times Jim has come home and I've been painting the house in some off the wall color. (no pun intended) Impulsive I tell you. Fearless. Untouchable. Driven. Arrogant. Stupid.
Why do I bring all this up? It's all over a couch. A couch that I had to have 15 months ago. You see, the urge struck and there I was at Leather Designs picking which dyed cow butt would be suitable for our butts. I chose a deep red. And I couldn't just get the couch either. Oh no - I had to have a sectional and it had to have an extra seat. In other words, it had to be way expensive. $4100 expensive. But that's ok - because we were going to have it for fifteen years at least and I really really wanted it. I was going to have the couch. I ordered it and rushed home to give away my perfectly good leather couch and two recliners. For the next 35 days we sat in lawn furniture in our living room awaiting the blessed couch. The day before Thanksgiving 2006, the beautiful red monstrosity was delivered. It was perfect. I had measured and matched perfectly. My home was now complete.
Why the blog then you ask? It didn't take long before I noticed that anytime I sat on it for more than 20 minutes, my neck would go out of alignment and I would start with a massive headache. I couldn't tell anyone, especially Jim, because I had won the argument - we got the couch. I suffered in silence for almost 6 months before he blurted out one night that he hated the couch. He was trying to lay down and watch tv but the pillow under his head kept sliding on the leather. Not to mention that, because it was a sectional, there was no place for the sliding to stop. He would literally work his way, over the course of a couple of hours, all the way around the couch until the other arm rest stopped him.
The couch finally made it's way to Craigs list. It has been sold and will be leaving our humble abode this coming Sunday. Now I have to pick a new couch and chair. This time I seem to be a little gun shy. What used to come so easy for me is now a horribly difficult decision. My mind says it's just a couch but the ever constant pain in my neck reminds me of how important this is. I must replace it with something comfortable and cheap. Did I mention I only got $1800 out of the couch....I don't want to talk about it. Another lesson learned.
