And so after 28 years it's all over. Our family is giving up the two sofas which saw me through the better part of my life, 93.4% of it to be exact.
The red couches are being replaced by more comfier and springier ones. Frankly when I sit on them it feels like I'm cheating on the old ones. These are the couches that I watched so much TV on.
These are the couches that I watched the better part of most past Olympics, Oscars, Super Bowls, NHL playoffs, Lakers playoff runs, and even the epic TV show ALF. These are the couches where I endured many a scolding/lecture from my parents on. These are the couches that I used to canvas for spare change in order to buy Now-and-Laters from the 7-11 across the street in 4th grade.
So when the dudes from Goodwill come tomorrow morning all those memories will be gone. Even though the arms of the couch were a bit too high and hard...leaving a sleeping head with a painfully sore neck after a few hours of TV (or a nap), you learn to get along with it. I learned to lay in a Fosbury Flop-esque position where I lay my head on the seat area and stretch my legs up and over the back of the couch. Even though it forced my torso to have a 90 degree angle, it just felt right.
So goodbye dear red couches. I can only hope that the next couches will provide as good of a run as you did. The crazy thing is that if I started with a new couch relationship at this age, I'd be 58 years old when their longevity would be equalled.