When I got together with cute-poet-chick, she had one chair in her living
room, big enough for just her. I bought us a sofa, but I started to
really miss the recliner I'd had at my previous place, so I started
lobbying for a recliner. I'm only truly comfy in a reclined, feet-up
position, but she didn't want one because it would be big and ugly and
expensive, so I never got one.

Since I met someotherguy, I've had essentially the same problem.
When we have money, it usually goes for something more urgent, and someotherguy doesn't want something big and ugly and expensive in
the living room. He kept proposing cheap Ikea pseudo-recliners, but those
things aren't comfortable for me, so I just skipped it, figuring I'd
manage it when I could.

Well, yesterday, sogwife got me a recliner. She kept her eyes
open on Freecycle, requested and didn't get one in December (I'm actually
glad, because it was leather), and then got the one she brought home last
night. It's *great*. Very comfy, and someotherguy doesn't love
it, but he doesn't think it's hideous. It's big and not the most
attractive piece of furniture I'll ever own, but it's perfect.

I almost cried.

I have a recliner! Thank you, sogwife! I love it so much.

Now I need a laptop. :-)

I am in the mood to gaze at my navel. Ask me anything about anything at all. I promise to answer everything, but I won't say who asked. Anonymous comments are fine; all comments are screened. I will answer in a new post.

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There are so many more. This is just a really brief sampling of why my LJ is making me feel better tonight (I had a rough evening, but it's nothing that I need to vent about; it was just rough for a bit. The rest of the day was marvelous, though, so I'm cool with it).