Yesterday, due to a need to reorganize and lack of space, we bid farewell to a good family friend. . . the loveseat.
I met the loveseat over 15 years ago when I visited my husband’s bachelor pad for the first time. Dougie inherited the loveseat from a former roommate. As we loaded it up in the truck on the way to Goodwill, Dougie began to reminisce about the parties, the people and all the “love” the loveseat had seen. Immediately I put my hands over my ears and began to sing, “la la la la, I am not listening to Dougie.”