When I met Gene's futon it was in his office under a very, very scary dead fish named Harvey. I sat on it many days and nights watching Gene break, fix and curse computers. I fell asleep on it even though I was fighting for space with three doggies. It then moved down to the garage for a little bit, then to my parents house, then to Peques, my first apartment in TexAss where it was used as a bed, couch, eating area and ladder, when needed. Now it's here in my "office" back where it feels comfortable ... by a computer. All is good. Especially since Harvey is in Chicago.

Here are the girls. Sasha, Abby and Pelli.
Here it is in the garage, sporting its new fancy cover, after Gene and Jess left for Illinois. Chris, the shirtless wonder, and I had some beers and pizza rolls but no plates ... I cleaned out the microwave. I promise, I did.
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Here it is in Clintonville. Boy, if I could go back in time I would SO cancel this move. Live and learn, right?

Here it is on Peques, in bed form. Looks comfy, huh? It wasn't. Go to a playground and lay on some monkey bars ... that's what it felt like.
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Here it is in couch form, Brutus will model it for you.
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Here it is at the new apartment with Brutus, again. You can see how badly he is ruining the futon mattress. It was in bad shape 3 years ago and in the above picture I was ready to light it on fire.

And when Sally came for my surgery she bought me a new futon mattress. YIPPIE!!!! Here it is with a handsome, new model, Alex. Thanks mom and dad!
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TA-DA! Happy Futon.
Boy, I sure went off on a futon tangent there. Yesterday I moved it over into the dining room office area to make room for a new couch and chair. A guy at work wanted to get rid of it and I wanted a couch. It's a win-win.
Alex got really used to the space I made and was enjoying playing in it.
This afternoon, I met a couple friends way, way, way up North and they helped be get the couch and chair. All the animals are getting used to it ... Even Petey the Pee-er was down here for a little bit. So help me if he pees on this thing. I'll drive his little black butt to the railroad track and he can just live there. Good luck getting boiled chicken and cheese slices in your new home.
Here are a couple pictures ...
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I know what you're thinking. Could that BE any greener? It's growing on me. :) I like it. Reminds me of Jess's Green Jetta with Kermit in the backseat.
Television Rundown:
Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant:
We are two shows into this season and in the beginning of each show I want to slap the shit out of him, what is his problem?? I really feel for any woman who is having a baby with a guy like this. But then the last 5 minutes of each show he redeems himself. I still would never want to have kids with a guy with that many issues about growing up.
Rock of Love II:
Do people really own clothes and shoes like this?? Is there a legal limit for how big your lips can be?? Bret Michaels lets all the cute ones go and the nasty, butt ugly, whore looking, drunk bitches get to stay. Whatever. And if I have to hear him reference his boner one more time, I might stop watching. And stop using your arm to simulate the motion in your pants. Please.
Deal or No Deal:
Is it sad I think I know all the models by name? I just love this show. It's so easy to say you'd take the deal from your couch. (or futon). I like how if there's a Hispanic on that all the models suddenly become Hispanic too. Or ghetto. Or nerdy. Or funny. I guess that means they are really good at their job. I mean they look hot and never kick off those shoes -- I liked Ellen's outfit though. :)
Scrubs:
I so miss Scrubs. They are due to come back on January 24th but Zach Braff has said that there may be no ending to the series. What a slap in the face, huh? The writers really need to get back to there desks.
I hate my job and am underpaid but I can't just walk up and down the street. Although, many days there are several trips to Seattle's Best. :)
Time to make some coffee and start a movie. Aloha!