Christmas came early this year

When my sister was visiting in August for my birthday, I took her to the Garlic Press because I knew it was her kind of store.  When we walked in the door there was this comfy chair sitting in front of the register counter. I sat in it, and never wanted to get out of it.  Betsy said I should have Bob get it for my birthday.  I looked at the price tag and said, "Um yeah, but no."


Last night we were watching television and I was complaining about how uncomfortable the downstairs love seat is for me with all my aches and pains, and wishing we could bring the gravity chair from the deck back inside (I lived in that chair when my back was out in October).  Bob was not excited about bringing outdoor furniture into the house permanently, and suggested we buy a new indoor gravity chair for downstairs. 

As soon as he said that, I had visions of that miracle chair at Garlic Press and wondered if they still had it.  Bob suggested we check after church today which we did, after the Bloody Mary Bar at Medici.  The chair was not where it had been because of the extra Christmas decorations, so we asked if they still had it.  They did, stuffed away in the back of the store to get it out of the way for the holiday goodies.  They got it out for us, I plopped by butt into it, and my butt remembered it, and it was very happy.

They said we could have it for 20% off since it was the display chair.  I told Bob it was too expensive.  Bob said Merry Christmas (after he sat his happy butt in it).  And so now it sits downstairs in front of the television, with an ottoman.  And a pillow they threw in for 50% off.  Bob already got it set up for me, sat down in it, and wondered how hard it would be to get another one.  Probably not too hard, but rather pricey that's for sure.


So um, Mom, remember how you wondered what I wanted for Christmas?  Well, if you'd like to buy me the ottoman, that would work for me!  It's called a "Puff Scroll Rocker" with optional ottoman.  We optioned the ottoman.  I shall sign off with a picture of it for you all and then I shall go return my happy butt to the new chair.  I may never leave it, so this may be my last blog entry.