I like sleeping on the couch. If I ever spend the night at your house, I will likely lay my head on your couch, even if you have prepared a guest room for me. If I ever come over to your house to watch a movie, I will likely fall asleep on your couch, thereby forcing you to wake me. If I’m ever sad, I gravitate to the couch in my own house, watch a little TV, then fall into a state of slumber unmatched by that I could get in my bed. I love the couch. The couch is comfortable. The couch is the first public place where babies are cuddled. The couch is a place where families come together to share in good times and in bad times. The couch is a place of relaxation. The couch doesn’t care what people wear, what people think. The couch allows comfort in sitting and in slumber. The couch cuddles you. As a baby, you are cuddled by people on the couch, but eventually the couch becomes the cuddler…and you the cuddlee (not a real word…I get it). The couch allows a snug fit for an adult, creating a sense of security. Am I crazy? Maybe. But, I love the couch.
V, sorry Shoeshe, but that is an ugly couch. And we huckablogs like the bed, (see post It is not the Kitchen on thehuckablog.com) But you speak the truth, and my guest room is all the sadder for it.
Yes. The couch was absolutely hideous! But it was very comfy, and it was the 80s, so somewhat acceptable. Plus, what you don’t see in the photos is the matching green shag carpet. Can we say 70s throwback?
I think Rosanne had a similar couch.
All that said, this couch went bye-bye in 1988, along with its matching loveseat and horrible brown chair, to make room for a more modern set, which we still have today…20 years later.