Let me once again sing the praises of the new sofa. As the weekend draws ever nearer, I can almost feel the soft, supple chenille, and almost see my impending diet cola nestled in its smooth plastic cup holder... The Sofa needs a name. I don't normally name my furniture and household items--no, that's a total lie, as Stan the toaster oven and Peter Pot Belly the fireplace will be the first to tell you. Please enter your submissions via the comment form, and if your submission is chosen, you'll receive a small token of my affection. Plus, I'll post a song that you can dedicate to someone. It's a win-win situation.
Here now are photos of the sofa being born unto my living room.
Behold the sofatacity!