My back aches from being pulled off my high horse.
Being inaccurate should be so easy and comfortable for me,
considering I spend an awful lot of time there.
But every single time that I pack my bags and start my long,
smug journey to Righteoustown,
I veer off course,
fall off the map,
and end up where all my long-winded rantings
eventually drop me off.
So here I sit once more.
Trying to figure out how I got here.
I was so sure this time that I would end up at my planned destination.
The only thing that makes me feel better
is that this time,
Brian came with me.
I almost can't believe that we shared this ride.
Brian is never wrong.
I'm saying it again.
Brian is NEVER wrong.
And that's not sarcasm.
We were both so sure.
And we were both so wrong.
Lighting does make a big difference
we live in a cave.
We went back to La-Z-Boy yesterday
and looked at the showroom couches again.
And they were darker than we remembered.
And the numbers on the tags matched.
We just looked at each other and laughed.
My only comfort is knowing that the next time
I travel down that winding road,
it will be from the comfort of my new
uber cushy dark brown La-Z-Boy reclining loveseat.