That's what I've been this week. Why? Because I have a new sofa.
Trust me, I know exactly how odd that sounds. I haven't even wanted to tell anyone, because it just sounds nuts. Even to me.
Let me back up. I'm throwing my parents a 50th Anniversary party this fall. Big deal. Probably around 100 people. IN MY BACKYARD. So, I was already stressed. Then last Friday, my mother says, "I was wondering what you're doing this weekend? Do you have any time to go on a little trip?"
I thought she wanted to *go* somewhere.
No. She wanted to go sofa shopping for me. Off we went, Saturday morning to a couple of stores. Found nothing. Then my love and I went Saturday afternoon, and I saw one I liked, but it was probably too big for the room.
Monday, all three of us went. All day. All over creation. I finally wound up back at the place that I'd found on Saturday afternoon and we bought that sectional.
Then the buyers remorse set in. I really like my old sofa, but my mother doesn't. She wanted me to have a "nice" sofa for the party. Let me translate that for you...she was embarrassed by my four year old leather sofa.
That's what I've been doing all week. Fretting over a sofa. Who knew you could get so attached to an old couch?
I am officially feeling crazy, spoiled and unappreciative.