Just got off work, and my first instinct is to plop in my recliner, and make such a dad-like moan!
This was a major mistake. I need to shower, cook some food, and get some fresh clothes on. In addition to this, our new office desk just came in that needs to be built, trash needs to be taken out, and some general housekeeping needs to happen. But...my recliner is so comfy!
Let me tell you about this recliner. It is trash. Just a huge dumpster fire. It is a Wal-Mart branded chair, but I bought when we first moved into our apartment because furniture is nice to own. This thing was a beaut! Complete 360 degree swivel action, reclines almost flat, and...built in warmer and massage feature. And, I got it from a local outlet store that Noah works at. Was $299 at regular retail, but with the outlet's price, plus Noah's discount...$89. I called this thing a win.
But now the cheap leather (or...whatever it actually is, because it feels liked tanned opossum hide) has begun to crack, the heating unit placements have all fallen in the upholstery to the posterior region, and the massage bulges are attached to the heating units...so...you get the idea.
And I can't even begin to think about the process of putting pressure on my tootsies to get up and turn the shower on. I am...such a dad. All of these tasks on my to-do list, let alone work on chapter 32 of 'Love in the Shadows.' And ooof! I am so behind on that! All I can do, is tap my thumbs on this keypad, and rock myself with my foot on the coffee table.
Then, I get this notification. A certain someone I know in real life has FINALLY joined GA, after months of nagging. Noah...has made an account. Let's add another thing to the list. He's gonna need me to help him get acquainted with GA. And that just makes me want to sit in my chair even more.
There is nothing more dad-like than having an intimate relationship with a recliner. Every man's gotta have 'his chair.' No one in the house is to sit on it when Pops rolls in, lest you get the 'You're in my spot' rant. It's like the old 'Who touched the thermostat?' question. Ya just learned from your childhood to just don't even try.
I feel another dad-grunt rumbling in my belly. It is now time to get up and get started on my list. May the Lord above help my poor and desolate soul. Pray for me as I force my feet to scream in agony once again by the reason of completing necessary human tasks.
Edited by astone2292