Last night, when we got home, I noticed someone had put a couch out in front of the dumpster. This morning, someone had moved the couch about three feet over. Later this afternoon, the couch was yet another three or four feet further away. Lithus mentioned that, at this rate, it would get moved to the landfill. To which I replied "No, it's on its way to LA to break into the business before making a run for the border and sipping margaritas on a Mexican beach." Then I proceeded to riff for a good two or three minutes on the dreams and goals of this couch.
If this is the weirdness in my head that I'm willing to share, can you imagine what's in there that I keep to myself?
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
14 comments:
Anthropomorphising furniture is not the way. Consider who may have moved it and why. Perhaps someone needed a better view of the neighbour's TV. maybe cops have been trying it out, considering whether to move it into a park where they can drink beer while on shift unseen by the public.
I learned a long time ago that the way you tell if you have kids or not (besides the obvious...) is by how you describe your couch. "Great make-out couch" = no kids. "Great napping couch" = kids. I've never stopped to think about what "Great dumpster couch" might mean... but I am reminded of Big Bird in the first Muppet Movie going to NYC to "break in to Public Television."
I'm terribly sorry to fill up your comment list, but I had to, you see, because the Word Verification was so damn intriguing, I had to type it. I promise not to do it again! ;) And please post something about the very necessity of anthropomorphising furniture... you can do it so much better than I! Glad to be part of your readership!!
GOML! ~ While it is true there are many reasons for this couch to no longer be in an apartment, I still believe it is a run for the border and following its heart. This couch is a dreamer, one can tell.
Crow Mother ~ Welcome to Pobble Thoughts! And leave as many comments as you'd like; there is no limit here. I do like your couch descriptions and their meanings. And who knows, perhaps my dumpster couch is heading to the opposite coast and wants to be part of the great Big Bird-Muppet-Public Television migration!
Ah, but if a couch were to move to LA, would it become a casting couch?
OMG. I adore dumpster furniture. You are so lucky that yours is doing a dance for you. And it is probably a good thing we aren't neighbors, because the clamor of genius talk like "I'ts on its way to LA..." would drive everyone else away. I have a theory for EVERYTHING and most times it just flies out of my mouth to fill the air - while others run away.
D-Man ~ Not this couch. This couch will make it on its own merits.
Zooom ~ It is truly possible we would scare the 'hood if we were neighbors. ;)
This sounds like some funny thing I would have imagined while I was out in the desert of Utah going crazy from loneliness.... Ahhh.... memories.
Hehehe... so what's you're excuse? hehehe
Being of the ever suspicious nature, beware the couch. It may be appear to be following it's heart, but it may just be charming you, mesmerizing you, like a snake. You'll warm up to the couch, become friendly. The couch will win your trust.
Next thing you know, the dog is pregnant and the couch has mysteriously disappeared...with your recliner...
Graziella ~ Yep, that's kinda the point. And again, if this is what I'm *willing* to share... ;)
Krystal ~ Ah, I had not considered the possibility of a couch betrayal. You are right; I shall have to keep myself on guard.
The thoughts you don't share? Yes, I think I can imagine what those are
moving couches, hmmm, next you'll talking about elves or something taking your office supplies off you desk. You know we dispense stuff for that where I work...maybe you should stop by sometime! okay, that was just a plug for you to stop by...I'm gonna go see what the gnomes are up to in my kitchen now.
Cam Pike ~ That's because you like them sauteed with a little butter and onion, too. >:)
Pharmyard ~ Yeah, I'll use any excuse to stop by. *sigh* And the elves moved with me to my new home. Know you're not surprised.
Must be eddies in the space-time continuum.
Er, if you've read Douglas Adam's Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy trilogy the above comment will no doubt have you remembering that couches/chesterfields etc. can move around in quite alarmingly odd fashion upon occasion.
If you haven't read them, then you are quite entitile to look perplexed at my comment. :)
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