Before we met, my husband bought an enormous blue velvet chair. His idea was to put it in a room with a lamp and some books and then he would spend many nights luxuriously reading in it by the fire. Unlike other people who buy furniture…okay women because they think of things in pairs…it never occurred to him to buy two of these chairs. He was single at the time and that’s as far as his reading-in-comfort plans went. Well, wasn’t he in for a surprise when he fell in love, I moved in, and he hasn’t had a chance to sit in the chair since. Between me and the cats, he needs a reservation. This is where I spent my weekend.
Where do you read?
The one time Victor got to sit in the blue chair…in the back of the moving van with a couple of thugs standing by to protect him. Okay, they’re not really thugs…they’re actors pretending to be thugs. Once the chair got to our new house though it was mine, mine, mine bwaaahaaaahaaaa!
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