Seriously. You have to be specific.
My love is used to his prize possessions, one being his couch, the other being his TV.
The TV isn't here yet, but shortly, it's gazillion inches of screen will be right up front, literally in our faces.
The couch is here though, and like I said, we weren't precise. We should have said, "It's not going to fit, because it's going to stick out the side of the wall and into the hall and that's just wrong."
I had already expressed my fear of this, stating that I wasn't too keen on my usual, 'bounce off the walls like a pinball' mornings.
My brain injury still has me wonky in the morning. So, imagine staggering around like a drunk first thing to go make my coffee.
Once, I torn a knee ligament tripping over a couch.
I didn't want that to happen again, but my love wants his couch and considering the fact that he moved practically everything alone on this move, I suppose he can have his couch any damn place he pleases.
The Mrs. likes it, because she can see everything in Our Closet from this spot.
The Golden could care less, as long as he can fit through to get his attention.
Oh, there should also be a 'slash dining room' as well.
Our dining room is pretty much anywhere we place our little wooden TV trays.
Which we'll use while we watch Papi's gargantuan TV from.
He also fit in his La-Z-Boy. Can you see it in the upper right corner there?
It's good thing it's here, because he's having a case of the Pit of Doom. This whole journey has been a bit rough for him.
G'ma in the care facility with Alzheimer's, moving from his home he's been in since birth, his old one eyed Golden showing his age and having troubles getting up the stairs, fighting to keep his sanity after a very recent relapse, and the stress from moving for the first time.
Papi is in the Pit of Doom and those demons are nipping at his heels.
Still, his couch and La-Z-Boy are here and that's all that matters.
You know the most exciting part? We can watch his colossal TV from the bathroom!
No more missing a show because of a piddle emergency! Good thing. I wouldn't want to boogie as fast as I can down the hall and trip on a couch.
home is where the heart is