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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Problem...
I have a problem. I hate to admit it. But I'm gonna. My love seat cushion is flattening. In one place. Where I sit. What can this mean? Well, I think it's obvious. Perhaps I sit there.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, more than I should. I mean it is seriously beginning to flatten. Yes Yes, I know, I could switch the two cushions, but I think that may be a little like cheating. Here's something even worse. I think maybe the size of the flattened place is growing. Can I be perfectly frank? If it IS growing, I think we all know what that means. I really feel compelled to get out the tape measure and measure it.....but then I might be so depressed that I never get up. Then the entire love seat might flatten....and I'd lose my job, then the house. At that point my BFF love seat and I would be sitting on the side of the road. Maybe Flat Stanley could join us, but that's beside the point. Well, I guess more like lying on the side of the road since I'm not sure if a flattened love seat could sit. Somehow that doesn't appeal to me. Would it you? So I'm trying to consider my options. Cheating, measuring, ignoring. Those are my three doors. I think I'll pick door number four.
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