The Germans rightly capitalize the word Couch (which means, um, couch, BTW). Shannon and I didn't have a couch, but had deluded ourselves into believing we didn't need one, "we have a perfectly good futon after all", and that we didn't have room for one even if we did.
That didn't keep us from eyeballing couches left deserted in scary alleyways or abandoned at the curb.
(similar to one of the nicer couches we've seen while
"random"ing ("Riordan Death March"ing))
Our superfriend The Nepster challenged our belief by offering us her "old" couch as she was getting a new one. Note I didn't say better. Sure, it's beautiful, but sorry Nepi! I had to wait until we got it safely home before telling you WE GOT THE BETTER COUCH! BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHA!. Oh! And THANK YOU!!!
I seriously have to learn how to download pictures from my little ELPH so I can show you how incredibly comfy this couch is. It will absolutely oooooooooze comfy waves to you through your computer. I predict Shannon will be living out the rest of his days on this couch, so expect any pictures of him to show him there, labelled "Shannon on Couch" 1 - 190,987,013.
Gesucht and ye shall gefund. Or something like that.