The Couch Saga

We have been making it pretty clear lately that all we really need to be comfortable is a couch. All else could be going horribly wrong, I just want a couch. So, what do you think is the only piece of home furnishings we have yet to receive. No, not a dumpling button microwave, we have one of those. A couch, silly!

We did receive a sort of seat anyways. Rachel has been telling us that a couch is on it's way, but that Lee-Ahn wants to be really sure it is "best quality". Well, I don't know if I buy that, but I thought, "at least they are shopping."

We finally got the word that our sofa was waiting for us upstairs. With brimming excitement for all the relaxation I am going to take in, I ran to our apartment to see. And there, on the floor, were two floor cushions with attached backs. "Do you like your new sofa?" Rachel asks. "Fan-fucking-tastic," I say back to her. Actually, I didn't say that, but I wish I had. Sofa is not a "lost in translation" thing. There is a damn picture of it in the dictionary, if I am not mistaken.

No, I take the polite route on this one and explain that these are not precisely what we are looking for. If money is a damn issue, I will chip in. I did, too, and it was worth it. After 4 1/2 weeks of practically begging for a place to relax I have it, and I was right: it is all I need.