Oh, my . . the recliner is such a touchy subject for me. It starts with my belief that you sleep in the bed, in the bedroom, and you “live” in the living/family room. You sit in the chair or on the sofa. You do not sleep in the chair. You do not sleep in the living room. Vince gets in the recliner, reclines all the way back to where he’s in an almost supine position. Who wouldn’t fall asleep in that position? It takes him about 30 seconds from the time he walks in the door to get comfy in the recliner and begin snoring. I say “Please go take a 20 minute nap in the bed and then come back and be awake?” Why is he so opposed to sleeping in the bedroom and being awake in the family room?
His broken chair . . I’m sitting here knitting and it sounds like a gun going off when it doesn’t hold in the right position and it has been doing that 2 or 3 times per evening. It started out doing it occasionally, then once a day and now it’s several times a day. It scares the heck out of me when he’s sitting there sleeping, the TV is off, I’m knitting and BAM! So, yes, after asking for months for him to get it fixed, I said “One more week and if it isn’t fixed, I’m dragging it into the front yard and burning it!” We don’t have curbs nor do we have trash pickup but we do have matches! In fact, it was about six months ago that he wrote down all the info about the chair and made a few phone calls but never got so far as getting parts to fix it.
Here’s the entire recliner story. When Vince and I got married, he had two blue recliners. That was in 1997. They were pretty much worn out. One night when Vince was all stretched out in the recliner, Chad went to do something and put all his weight on the extended foot section and it broke. From that day forward, it was totally lopsided and it took two people to get it in the right position. Nope, still not ready to get rid of it. Then, Speck got up in the chair and dug a huge hole . . a real hole with stuffing coming out. Every time Speck noticed no one was in the chair, he’d get in it and try digging out more stuffing. I said “Vince, we HAVE to get new recliners!” This was in our family room — the room where visitors would come. Vince said “I won’t get up if we have company and no one will see the hole. No.
We looked everywhere for recliners. Vince would sit in them. Nope, didn’t like it. One day I had gone over to Indiana (just across the river from where we lived in Kentucky). I stopped at a furniture store and saw two blue recliners. I went home and told Vince. He agreed to go look at them. He sat in them. He said ok. We set up a delivery schedule. They were delivered when Vince was at work and they did haul away the work out recliners. He came home, sat in the chair, immediately jumped up, called the furniture store and did say “Where is my chair? I want it back!” Nope, already dumped off at the dump. That was probably in about 2002. He immediately began looking for a new recliner and did find one, another blue one, and bought it probably that same year. It lasted til he bought a new recliner, the one he currently has, in 2010.
Here’s the blog post when Vince bought the recliner that’s currently waiting for new parts. Looks like we’ve had it about 7-1/2 years.
So, please don’t fall for his sob story about that recliner!
As far as me not sending him real estate listings to look at . . I was sending several a day and I would say “Did you look at those listings?” and he would say “Not yet!” but he never looked at them so I said . . I’m wasting knitting time looking at houses so I stopped looking and now . . guess who’s looking and sending me links!
I did like that house but it has white cabinets and tile block countertops. I told him I’d see the house if he agrees to gut the kitchen before we move in. Nope . . he won’t agree to that and I won’t agree to painted cabinets.
It makes me happy that he’s taking the lead in looking for a house.