tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post4308281054567127995..comments2023-10-20T11:18:42.234-04:00Comments on Sitting In The Waiting Room: The Bane of My ExistenceAngelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17995697503647216357noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-9985275184263924872007-07-19T15:24:00.000-04:002007-07-19T15:24:00.000-04:00Ahh, yes, Erin. Tis true. If only it were that s...Ahh, yes, Erin. Tis true. If only it were that simple, though. You see, there's this little elusive thing in my life called C-A-S-H...I'm still waiting on the donations. So far, no one has sent me anything... :)Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17995697503647216357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-63747867552494446372007-07-18T21:44:00.000-04:002007-07-18T21:44:00.000-04:00Ange,I say get in the car, go to Ikea, and buy you...Ange,<BR/>I say get in the car, go to Ikea, and buy yourself a new couch. You'll feel so much better. And when mama's happy, we're all happy, right?Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03328620310587748181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-32807000106846717682007-07-18T14:46:00.000-04:002007-07-18T14:46:00.000-04:00Okay, Lisa. I think you have us all beat! Speaki...Okay, Lisa. I think you have us all beat! Speaking of wood slat backed couches, I grew up with those! My parents seemed to have a fondness for those kinds of couches. With the itchy, plaid material to boot!Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17995697503647216357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-10752626646039427102007-07-18T10:35:00.000-04:002007-07-18T10:35:00.000-04:00OK, none of you has any history with me and the co...OK, none of you has any history with me and the couches in my past, but I had to share. My first set of living room furniture was given to me when I married from my husband's grandmother. This furniture had survived a fire of all things. It was old, nasty pine with heat bubbles all over it. The couches were slat backed and the cushions were orange and brown plaid, itchy, nasty material. We lovingly called it the couch from h***. When you sat on it the bottom of the cushions would fall through the slats and you would bang your head on the wood!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12154558505886879441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-23793634515990618752007-07-17T09:28:00.000-04:002007-07-17T09:28:00.000-04:00I have to concur that the 832 couch was way uglier...I have to concur that the 832 couch was way uglier! <BR/><BR/>I love your practicality, Angie H. Always a voice of reason.<BR/><BR/>Angela, I hope you get a new one soon...does Ren read the blog?Kristenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14836884075239814722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-24502476967330872702007-07-13T20:57:00.000-04:002007-07-13T20:57:00.000-04:00angie, if you recall, you donated the other two co...angie, if you recall, you donated the other two couches that completed the den trio in my house. those had torn arms too, but they really grew on me. my bunny died on that other one i had briefly or she rested there till she died, and i had really liked it, so that was a two-fold bummer.hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10727221911311280348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-65305623919193493722007-07-13T18:31:00.000-04:002007-07-13T18:31:00.000-04:00Watch some more Trading Spaces on TLC. They are a...Watch some more Trading Spaces on TLC. They are always doing slip covers that transform old ugly couches. You have a sewing machine and know how to use it, so I bet that you could make that couch into something you love. And, I for one, liked that floral couch that Rudy chewed up (albeit before he chewed it up). I got to store it in my kitchen before it was given to you and when I got home from catering I would just lounge on it. But it did go downhill once a giant chocolate lab got a hold of it.Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01192159565787392745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-89519761091889814352007-07-13T08:23:00.000-04:002007-07-13T08:23:00.000-04:00Ha Ha Ha! Yes, I remember that couch well. I gue...Ha Ha Ha! Yes, I remember that couch well. I guess suffering with crappy furniture is a wife's rite of passage of something. And Holly...YES! How could I have forgotten about the yellow floral couch! After remembering, I must say, I probably don't have it as bad as I think I do! But in my defense though, have I ever owned a decent sofa?!?!Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17995697503647216357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-17005528190357122162007-07-13T00:25:00.000-04:002007-07-13T00:25:00.000-04:00LOL!!! I can truly sympathize with you on this one...LOL!!! I can truly sympathize with you on this one. Remember that hideous couch we used to have when John and I lived in Columbus. I hated that thing with an absolute passion. John bought all that furniture when he was a bachelor and I married into it. Our house looked like the freakin' Ladies Man house, all John was lacking was the Couvasier in the sniffer. I feel your pain.happycraftyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01479945564417990128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5129315784595775969.post-57276039718891480662007-07-12T23:14:00.000-04:002007-07-12T23:14:00.000-04:00i can recall a worse couch...remember that yellow ...i can recall a worse couch...remember that yellow flowered one that rudy chewed the arm off..the 832 couch?? that was a real beaut. when it came time to trade it in, tho, leslie and stacey had to pry me off it, we had grown attached the two of us...<BR/>your couch is really comfy, but i understand what you're saying. sometimes it is the little, or big in this case, things that drive you over the edge!hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10727221911311280348noreply@blogger.com