My long, dark, luxurious hair falling out by the handful and getting everywhere. I'm thinking of stuffing the couch with it.
My older son is ignoring me again. I'm thinking of stuffing him in the couch too.
My walls need washing, but I'd rather sit on the couch.
I don't have an infinite supply of money yet to pay someone to fix my hair, babysit the kids, wash the walls, and replace the couch.
At least I have hair, normal children, sturdy walls, and a couch to sit on. The money will come, but until then I'll still count myself rich.
|So comfy! image lifted from dog.community|