Couches and men
You’re dying to know about the Great Sofa Hunt.
Here’s the thing: I wish that I could be content with just any couch. But if there is one word to describe Annie Parsons, it is “particular” – just ask my poor parents who have watched me for 1 score and 7 years (often with much chagrin – sorry, Mom and Dad). I am so persnickety, it’s appalling.
Because I don’t have a lot of money, one would think that I would be happy with whatever might get tossed my way – but nay, I say to thee.
Because I don’t have a lot of money, that is ALL THE MORE REASON to invest my dollars wisely. It might not make a lot of sense, I know, but here is my line of thinking: why spend $200 dollars on something heinous that will make me miserable and ashamed every time I lay my poor, unfortunate eyes on it when I could spend $1,000 on something that will make my heart burst with sprinkles? I would rather pay more money once than less money what would wind up being multiple times.
The obvious trouble is that I usually do not have confetti-inducing funds just lying in a manila envelope under my mattress. If I did, I sure wouldn’t be driving a 20-year old Honda Accord – but then again, that’s EXACTLY why I’m driving a 20-year old Honda Accord. I could go out right now and buy a 1993 Saturn (no offense, if that’s you), but why would I do that when what I really want is keyless entry and seat warmers? It’s worth waiting for.
Does this make sense to anyone but me?
In other words, I am still couchless.
And single, as it were.
There are probably some parallels there.