Another Sofa Done Gone

Another one bites the dust!

Another one bites the dust!

And another one gone, another one gone, another one bites the
dust!

~~irritating hard rock lyric

Well, it's true. My short lived rapture over my new-used sofa a few months ago quickly dissolved in a pool of damp nicotine. Whoever owned that sofa before smoked it like a Hormel Turkey, and the stench was unbearable.

So yesterday I went from this:

To This:

And I couldn't be happier. Yes, it's my old twin bed from my second bedroom, now full of boxes. So why not bring it out and make it into sort of a daybed for me? I spend most of my time reclining anyway, these days.