Monday, September 22, 2008

To Essex or Bust

Sunday's epiphany: I want a futon.

Craigslist that S.

Case Study: Erica and Mr. Smith, a young, pregnant couple with a huge dog. What was it's name? No one remembers. But they were awfully determined to keep it inside.
Maybe nudist colonies don't allow dogs?

Alex: I'm no engineer.
Erica: He is.
Alex: Are you really?
Mr. Smith: Well, kind of.

Turns out it's not your typical futon. 
But whatever, I'm happy with a recliner-throne. (That is, until we figure out how to really assemble it.)



Meanwhile, last night Phoebe was all over my idea to turn LACP UPSTAIRS into a sex-themed museum of sorts. It's always good to get back-up.