Genius

I am really, really lazy. Lazier than I ever used to be as a child/young teenager.

And I just figured out why.

It's our couch. It's just amazing. It is puke green, and hilarious, and sort of absorbs you when you sit on it. You can't ignore it. From the moment you walk into the living room, Couch screams for attention. Its seventies color scheme and plush upholstery make it absolutely irresistible. "Come sit on me! Relax! Go ahead and watch that 5-hour Full House marathon! Don't do your homework! That book is all the way over on your desk! Stay with ME!!!!!!"

There you have it. Our couch is a foul, conniving temptress, and THAT'S what turning me into a worthless blob.

Growing up my mom was trendy, so we had leather furniture. Have you ever tried to genuinely lounge for an extended period of time on a nice leather sofa? Personally, I find it unpleasant. The leather was slippery and often cold. The armrests were hard. It was brown, boring and sophisticated. That's why I was active and busy all the time in high school. Our couch sucked.