In Which I Run Around Screaming

2 months ago, we started looking for new grownup furniture.

6 weeks ago, we ordered new grownup furniture.

3 hours ago, most of our new grownup furniture was delivered.

2 hours ago I was maturely napping on our new grownup sofa.

1 hour ago a clumsy orange cat attempted to join me.

Part of me is all, “mothereff. . .”

Another part of me is like, “I had a whole 2 hours of virgin leather grownup sofa in my life. *HIGHFIVE*”