We ordered a couch 7 weeks ago. At the time we were told it would take 6 to 8 weeks to build and upholster. I was hesitant to buy this particular couch because it would be delivered after the baby was born. You see, one of the main reasons we were buying a new couch was so my mom (dad or brother, whomever) would have a comfortable place to sleep post-baby.
“The couch needs to arrive first and this one will not.” I said in the store, arguing with Toby Joe.
“We can’t choose a couch solely based in its delivery date. That’s just stupid. It’s a dumb reason to pick one couch over another.” He said. “We’ll give them our bed.”
He pointed out that it was the nicer couch. And he reminded me that we’d have it for years to come.
Basically, he told me to suck it up and wait.
Well, it’s been 7 weeks and I just got a call saying the couch would be delivered this Saturday.
So: listen up, Couch. I have a few words for you. It’s on, Couch. Do you hear me?
It’s so on.