I have a small apartment, and no couch. But I want to buy a red couch so I can lay down while watching TV. Plus I've always wanted a red couch.

We have a 7 foot couch since we have a one-bedroom, and it works as a pretty darn comfortable bed for most guests.

I have a red couch. But not leather.

My sister and I stumbled across these chairs in a store yesterday. [link] We sat down to try it out and weren't able to make ourselves get up for close to half an hour. Good thing the customer service in the store was shitty or they might have noticed and thrown us out. Most of those massage chairs don't do it for me, but this one actually felt like you were getting a massage. Our bones were liquid by the time we left the store. It's a shame about the ugly, though.

Also, I've never had really nice furniture since I've lived in Chicago and had my cat. I have this horrid peach-colored chair that was given to me, and my cat has pretty much destroyed it (I applaud his sense of aesthetics). Would something leather be harder for a cat to destroy? or is there some other tough fabric for couches? If not, I'm just gonna have to hope that I can train Señor Sock to leave the nice furniture alone.

I think that I've been working on the Handbook That Ate Tokyo for so long that it's starting to develop sentience. I just spent fully twenty minutes trying to figure out why a graphic had disappeared from the book. Did I delete it? Was I supposed to? I checked a backup version from January. No graphic. Checked a paper copy. No note that I was supposed to delete it. Freakout. Go to original version, grab graphic. Paste in graphic. Try to format text under graphic. Notice that there are now two copies of graphic -- the one I pasted in, and the one that was apparently there all along. Except I swear to god, it wasn't.

Cats can destroy leather chairs; our last pair of cats took an evil liking to the side of an expensive Scandinavian Design chair.

My hand-me-down furniture (a small sofa and two swivel rockers) is ugly, but comfy.

In our house, it's called the clicky fire thing, and is usually taken away from me.

Oh, poor Sheryl. I'm glad your trip was otherwise good, but man, food poisoning. Ugh. I hope you recover quickly and it's soon just a dim memory.

Food poisoning is the worst. It is like -- being poisoned. And can put you off the food that gave it to you for good. Anyway, for a long long time.

I live in panic of it. As cheap thrifty as I am trying to learn to be, I still live by When in doubt, throw it out, when it comes to food, because I *know* I would pay whatever the cost of the food was, not to have food poisoning.

Most of those massage chairs don't do it for me, but this one actually felt like you were getting a massage. Our bones were liquid by the time we left the store. It's a shame about the ugly, though.

Maybe every home should have a dimly lit room, where nobody can quite make out what you're wearing (so comfy clothes all the way), or what the furniture looks like, or if your hair and make up look decent. It could be called the comfort room.

There's a product I usually refer to as a "candle pistol" because you pull a trigger and it produces a flame. But it's much bigger than a cigarette lighter. What's its real name?

In our house, it's called the clicky fire thing, and is usually taken away from me.

Jilli is so me!

Jilli is so me!

Do you have a desperate craving for s'mores right now?