It was folded all nicely on the bench/coffee table, but well, last night we had to have a place to eat our take-out Longhorn Steakhouse Friday night 'burb dinner, so to the couch it went. Yes, taking it upstairs right then and there would have been too much.
A few thoughts (other than Ha. Haa. HAAAAA!) come to mind:
- Martha hates me.
- I hope no one knocks unexpectedly (unless it's the UPS man brining presents I've ordered) this weekend for a visit.
- I hope my Spanx are somewhere in that pile 'cause I'll be needing them all weekend.
- You're laughing at Longhorn, aren't you? It's the 'burbs people...that's how we roll.