Yesterday I was looking at our 18 year old couch - that I no longer like, and was considering getting rid of it. I was thinking that it was past retirement time - but the thought of how to get rid of it was too much, so that is where it ended.

I called home from work today and when my son answered the phone he informed me he was outside cleaning the couch cushions because the dog had puked on them. What a score. I told him that if he could haul the couch out the door without scratching the floor - to go for it.... and then he didn't have to clean the couch.

So the couch is out of the house - and half way to it's future home..... where ever that might be.