What’s wrong with the old sofa?

Last week, I was showing my 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. I loved the design of the ‌sofas, and they looked comfortable. I asked my husband if he would take me to the furniture store over the weekend, so we could sit on a couple of them and get some ideas for the future. He sort of nodded and went back to what he was working on. I said nothing more to him, but I went back upstairs and started working on my laundry. 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 lunch. We no sooner sat down at the lunch table, when he turned and looked at me sharply. He asked me what’s wrong with the old 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 always napped in his recliner, the sofa was the furthest thing from his mind. I told him to sit on it and try laying down so he could know what I was talking about, but he refused. He said he would take my word for it, and to let him know 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 credit card, or if there was enough money in the bank for the new sofa?

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