We have two couches at home, neither of which I sit on, because it’s impossible for me to get up off of them with my disability and all. Mary likes to sit on one of them, and these days she’s joined by one or usually both of our surviving cats. Back when we had more cats, they generally chose one or the other couch.
I looked up “couch __________” in the Urban Dictionary and found a bunch of entries, including couch potato (someone who spends too much time on the couch watching TV), couch surfing (staying at friends’ houses and sleeping on their couch when one finds themselves temporarily homeless), couch browsing (sitting on the couch, simultaneously watching TV and surfing the Internet), and couch troll (what someone becomes when they overstay their welcome someplace where they’ve been couch surfing). They also mentioned “on the couch” (slang for being under a psychiatrist’s care) and “casting couch” (performing “personal services” in order to advance one’s career), and something called “The Couch”, which is just disgusting.
I never knew what made a couch a Chesterfield until I looked it up. It’s a couch like the one at the top of the page, with a tufted back and armrests that are the same height as the back. Mom smoked Chesterfields, which are not the same thing.
Normally I’d have more to say, but my arm is killing me. I tried to lift myself up off a chair and felt something pop on my shoulder a couple of days ago. More Aleve than any sane person would take has helped tremendously, but it’s still tired and sore.
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This was the only thing we found that Kuala the Dog from Hell could eat that didn’t give him the runs…