Recent events have lifted the husband and I to a new level of spontaneity and a general freeing of the spirit. We typically run a pretty tight ship. The budget includes very specific, only-what-we-need-for-the-week grocery lists, avoidance of credit card debt and a constant strive to save for the future. We both abide by it. Usually. Once I vengefully bought $190 eye cream because he bought season tickets to the Cubs. We both pretend like those events never occurred. Except when he attends Cubs games. And when I notice a truly dramatic difference in my crow's feet.
We bought a ridiculously large couch last week that in no way, shape, form or possibility fits in our apartment. We never measured the apartment...or the couch. We just went to a store, bought a 5-piece sectional couch with an ottoman and called it a day. We even went to Wendy's afterward to celebrate.
I'd have to draw blueprints to adequately describe the current situation in our living room, so I'll keep it simple. Our minuscule kitchen has 2 entrances to our microscopic living room. One is now blocked by 1 of the 5 pieces of our new couch. Let me just repeat this so you understand. We blocked the entrance to our kitchen.
The husband is, of course, thrilled that our entire living room is just one, big couch. It's a dream come true. He can stretch out, watch TV all day and completely avoid anything coming out of our kitchen.
We're moving.
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