Couches, couches everywhere and not a spot to sit.

We STILL do not have a couch -- or anywhere to sit, for that matter. The only chairs in our apartment are Adam's and Jared's computer chairs. I sit on this little ottoman thingie to eat dinner. It's pretty primitive.
After a looong time (read: since before the move) of looking through craigslist and macy's and all these different places for couches, we've finally found one that we've decided to buy. Well, I found it. And called the girl. And arranged the meeting. Whatever.
It's a big red L-shaped couch made of "micro-fiber faux suede" or however she called it. I thought it was going to be gross bc I hate that soft furry feeling, but it was actually pretty nice. The red isn't glaringly bad either. Pretty comfy, blah blah blah. Only funny thing was (well, funny? Eh. More like "umm...") when we walked into her place, this dude was sitting on the couch. With no shirt. Big and sweaty and hairy. That's not really a good sales pitch.
"Annnnnndddddd heeeeere's your new couch!" *presents with gross hairy man rubbing his body all over it* "It's really easy to clean!"
Oh yeah? And how often do you need to clean it? Every five minutes?

I think we're going to have it professionally cleaned once we get it into our place. Makes sense. No one wants to lay down on the couch and get that guy's chest hair stuck in their mouth.

Ew.

Anyway, once the couch comes (this Saturday), there will be 100% more incentive to buy the tv, which we're also excited about. Adam is the designated tv-getter (Jared and I being the designated couch-getters/splitters, even though I did the getting and splitting and Jared only did the splitting... grrr) and he is going to go all out. 52" LCD flatscreen anti action-blur glossy craziness.

Football season is going to rock it.