I know this is going to seem like a weird post, but I thought it could fall under the "Home" or "Life" category.

When your dad and I first moved in together in 2004, we bought a couch from a friend of mine, no the prettiest thing, but SUPER comfortable and the price was right...CHEAP!

See, not really our style, but it was a good couch, plus it came with a huge oversized chair. The chair was your dads seat, and the couch was Kodi and I's. Many nights sleep or the occasional nap were enjoyed on this baby (the chair especially, your dad could barely sit in that chair without dozing off), and many many movies were watched on this couch. It really was a good couch.  But the couch was getting really old, probably pushing 15 years, the chair had gotten so bad that we had to put slats in the seat, to keep your butt from hitting the floor.

So, after 8 long years together, your dad and I finally bid farewell to the couch. It was time to move on and we had always wanted a big sectional, so one weekend we went out and found one....

Isn't she pretty? I already called the corner as "my spot." YEA!