Last week, I was showing our husband some magazines that I got in the mail.
They were advertising their new line of sofas, and they were 50% off for two weeks only, then i appreciated the design of the sofas, and they looked comfortable.
I asked our husband if he would take me to the furniture store over the weekend, so all of us could rest on a couple of them and get some ideas for the future; He sort of nodded and went back to what he was laboring on. I said nothing more to him, but I went back upstairs and started laboring on our laundry, but about two hours later, he came up and said that he needed some sustenance. He was rubbing his belly, which I knew meant he wanted supper. The people I was with and I no sooner sat down at the supper table, when he turned and looked at me sharply. He asked me what has wrong with the ancient sofa? He never sat on the sofa, so he didn’t understand that there were lumps all over! Over the years, the kids jumped on the sofa, thrown each other onto the sofa when wrestling, and broken some Springs! Since he regularly napped in his recliner, the sofa was the furthest thing from his mind. I told him to rest on it and try laying down so he could assume what I was talking about, however he refused. He said he would take our word for it, and to let him assume when I wanted to go shopping this weekend. He was halfway down the steps when he yelled up to ask if he should take his debit card, or if there was enough currency in the bank for the new sofa?