The red sofa pictured on the right isn't mine. You can tell because it's cushions aren't littering the living room floor and it's not covered with a hundred matchbox cars parked in rows waiting for their ferry boat to arrive.

If I could, I'd love to take a load off and spend a couple of hours alone with my sofa. Yesterday was our first intensive, three-hour mediation session. It pretty much whooped my scrawny you-know-what and it would be really nice to plop that you-know-what onto the sofa -- if it had cushions, if it wasn't a ferry terminal, and if I wasn't (ironically) too tired.

Sincerely,

Boots

p.s. I see your sofa is being kept warm by plenty of cuteness!