My New Perch

This post comes to you from my new couch. Yes, it is here, and I am shallow enough to post about it.

It isn't all fluffy and sinky like my former couch, so I am feeling rather high and mighty. Like when I bark out orders, people should actually obey. It is the color of the letters I am typing. Sort of olive-greeny, yet not.

A few weeks back when I was sick, I wrote an e-mail to a friend telling her how I hadn't gone to church that morning because I had a bad couch. Of course, I meant to say COUGH, but didn't. Even spell check cannot alert me to such stupidity. Although, it was true, I DID have a bad couch, but not bad enough to keep me from going out in public.

I had hoped to enjoy some moments of solitude, sitting on my couch enjoying the Christmas lights before the day begins. But, no. That must be asking too much. There is a 'beeping' in this room. I cannot tell from whence it originates. It beeps onces every few minutes. Only once. That does NOT give me enough time to find out what it is! I see no cell-phones, no smoke detector, no hearing aide wearing person, NOTHING.

Sadly, the bad cough is still around in the morning. And, the bad couch looks pretty good one room over.

(oh, and i just discovered the source of the beeping - 'low battery' warning from the automatic thermostat.)

Happy Monday Before Christmas!