But I’m a Tempurpedic!

Back in April Tom and I bought a sofa from Bob’s, as you do when you’re poor and live in Massachusetts and get a kick out of procuring your furniture on the Route 1 Automile in Saugus. It’s actually not ghetto at all, considering how cheap it was, big enough for three big dudes (or four little ones) to sit comfortably. It’s a mercifully forgiving chocolate brown. It has a chaise. 

The awesomest thing about buying a couch at Bob’s, though, is how it comes with all kinds of unexpected bonuses: a free cup of coffee, for instance. Delivery guys who tell you your husband looks like Justin Timberlake, even though you’re not married, and proceed to sing “Sexy Back” as they drag your purchase up the stairs. And the ugliest pillows ever made.

I almost wish I’d taken a picture of these bad boys before I went at them, because even after four years of writing workshops I sincerely doubt my ability to properly convey their grossness.  No, really. They were fuzzy, first of all. Also kind of weirdly scratchy. They had a bizarre retro-eighties geometric pattern in vomitous shades of brown and beige, overlaid with a suspicious streak of pale blue. I actually thought the blue was a stain–“Did they get some shit on these in the truck?”–until I realized both pillows were identical.

Anyway, on Sunday night while Tom was at work and I was marathoning the first season of Lost (OH MAN, that is a post of its own), I finally got around to covering them, and they’re actually kind of spiffy now.

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Right?

A little Bob and Katie teamwork, if you will.  

I wonder if he’s looking for a new sassy lady to be in his commercials.