What we really are over is the ridiculously hollow feeling of living in a blank, packed up house. I. HATE. IT. I don't enjoy coming home to a rug. Yep, a rug. That's what you see when you walk into our house. A sad, lonely, 9x12 striped rug that I don't even like anymore.
This weekend we finally decided enough was enough. Even though house showings only seem to serve the purpose of reminding us to pick up after ourselves, the house is going to sell eventually (...right?! right?!!) and we will need a new furniture for our next home. So, we bit the bullet and went couch hunting...with our two year old. Good times.
|Doesn't he just make you wanna snuggle?|
|Couch Super Cool is actually going to be a grey-taupe inappropriately named Mocha|
YET, Couch Super Cool seems to have magical powers. I went back to the store the very next day (again with a 2 year old, good times.) intent on begging for a full return of my money. Before I did, however, I decided to see what was cause me to make such an impulsive decision. I walked up to Mr. Cool and lo and behold he sucked me right back in. Like a bad boyfriend, I couldn't shake him. Maybe it's his fancy tufts.
So...in 6 weeks Super Cool will be coming to the Beckers. He may stay or just be an expensive guest. Either way, no more empty room for us!