Carl had this sofa even before we met, so it's been around for just over 20 years.
Kids have peed, pooped, puked on it. Food and drinks have been spilled. Dogs have licked every part of it. Feet and armpits have smeared their odor all over.
Good and bad news have been shared. Tears have been shed. Laughter passed from one person to another. Memories are evoked when I just touch this sofa.
It has been a breeding ground for germs for decades and now its being pushed away to a different part of the house to make room for a new sofa.
The new sofa which Tank and Prince have already licked and the toddler has already dropped pennies in between the cushions.
Goddamnit! Don't make me do the Filipino thing and put a weird plastic cover over the sofa and your legs and arms stick to the material during the summer time in a weird and disgusting way. Don't you make me.