MyThreeDaughters

We got home from a little Sunday drive this afternoon, and the girls immediately commenced their favorite activity: Jumping on the couch. Mind you, the, um, boisterous red head and the sweet as pie blue-eyed second child long ago thought outside of the box and discovered that the couch didn’t have to be in one piece to be jumped on. This afternoon, they took the cushions off what was our once-swank sage colored velvet Pottery Barn couch, took the cushion off our Pottery Barn chair — and made a ramp with them onto the brown chair. Boisterous Red then ran up the ramp, and leapt from the chair onto the cushions on the floor. (Once, when I was in about second grade, I split my head open all the way to the skull bone performing a similar “move,” but for some reason my wife and I allowed this to continue…a happy Boisterous Red is worth some risk.)
Now, these couch cushions have seen better days. When Red was a baby and nursing, she spit up like a gusher for about eight months. My wife nursed her on the velvet Pottery Barn couch. That thing was shelled worse than Dresden in ’44. You can only flip a cushion once. We could use a new couch. So if Pottery Barn wants to step up and donate one to MyThreeDaughters.com headquarters…Something like, oh, Italian leather would likely wipe off in a jiffy, and I’ve already mentioned your store four times. Come on, folks, advertising rates are cheap right now, but that’s only because we don’t have any readers.