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September 15, 2006



I haven't seen the catalog and even I want those chairs now.

Lizzie (Mom Unscripted)

I know what you mean. All I want is a couch. Not the blasted, saggy futon that we have. Ah the day I have a real couch, that will be a good day. We did have a couch last year but it wasn't anything to brag about. Well, maybe but it made us so redneck, it was up on blocks. Seriously our couch was up on little cement paver stones. Oh the humanity.


are chairs what every little girl dreams of? i don't know even know what half of those "chairy"-type words mean.


Yes, Kyle. Every girl's childhood dreams are composed entirely of chairs and chair related subjects.

Like throw pillows!

And chenille blankets.


You just made me absolutely siiiigh with longing. I want the marshmallow chair!


Can I just have a bed please? A real bed, rather than two mattresses stacked on top of each other and shoved against the wall?
Oh, to have a geat chair would be wonderful, but a bed? Divine.

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