Couch sitting

    Mom and I went couch sitting yesterday.  That is, we went to a furniture store where I proceeded to covet so much stuff , I just wanted to redecorate my entire home. While doing the coveting we also sat on a bunch of couches to determine which would be a good fit in MOM’s  home. 
     When you’re short like us, (5’4″ – ish)  it’s important not to have a couch that’s too deep, or you end up looking like Shirley Temple swinging  your legs in the distance between your feet and the actual floor.  Either that or your feet are touching the floor but you’re all slouched back, gazing at the ceiling.   When you nap on it frequently, it’s important that the arms  aren’t too thin and hard or thick and high, so that you don’t snap your neck in the process of  the napping.  When you’re indecisive like my mom, (hi mom! Love you lots!)   it’s important that the couch in question be not too different than what you’ve had before, but maybe very different, yes, maybe, no, not sure, I don’t know, I don’t want to think about it now.  Also, there’s the issue of the color.  In mom’s case, a neutral color is far more scary than, say… LIME GREEN COUCHES and PINK WALLS AND CARPET.    That actually sounds scary, doesn’t it… and yet mom did this with vigor, and admittedly… it was a relative success in her home for a long while.  But now.. with the prospect of NEUTRAL… well, we’re all aquiver.  
     We did find what I believe will be a lovely couch in a neutral shade, and I hope that is what she believes when it eventually lands in her living room.  I’m especially hoping there was no perception of BULLYING whilst we made the neutrality decision.  We then had a lovely lunch in a nearby restaurant – the drinks exotic, the food divine, a perfect ending to our couch sitting experience. 
     Meanwhile,  the President gets his 30 million dollar military parade.  All the debt and all the issues we currently have, and this is where he chooses to spend thirty million dollars.  If the intention was to commend the military, how about putting that money toward Veteran mental health and regular health care, housing(so many homeless vets)  the Wounded Warrior Project?  Instead, he chooses a parade to feed his all consuming ego.  But.. if the constant lies and juvenile twitter rants and constant unethical-to-the-office-he holds-  slamming of everything and everyone who doesn’t applaud him  and really.. really poor judgement of  having unprotected sex with porn stars doesn’t bother you enough,  a parade is just a parade, right?   
    Man, you couldn’t make this shit up.  It wouldn’t fly in a sitcom because no one would believe it could ever actually happen.    Then again,  I’ve been binge watching Homeland… those folks live through being blown up, poisoned, beaten to a pulp, betrayed, shot, fired, rehired and blown up again more often than we change the sheets on our bed around here. ..and that’s once a week! 
After all that heavy – 
 I’ll leave you with this  …