My mom had a spare couch sitting around, and as I always found it comfy, I asked if we could use it till we could finally locate the reclining sectional we want. She said that was fine, so we picked it up the day we moved all Russell's stuff from storage, since we had the moving truck. Now, being 5'2", this is a perfectly adequate piece of furniture for me. And was for my 5'0" mom and 5'6" dad. When my squeeze saw it for the first time when we picked it up, he laughed somewhat uproariously at her 'doll house furniture'. Needless to say, the poor man's feet hang off the end of it and he looks like Gulliver on a Lilliputian-size couch. I can lay flat out and my feet still don't reach the end.
This is one of my Sagan's fave stuffies. I always thought the sentiment, "Why can't I lay on the couch?" was just too cute.
*Sigh* We didn't have it two weeks, and it was already claimed in the name of New Saganland. "Is my couts nao, mama. You sits in teh chair."
