Trashin' the Couch

I'm a big believer in using and reusing and upcycling to get a full use out of things. Especially big expensive things like furniture. In fact, I always think about that Great Depression motto "Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without!" (I probably think about that motto because I once sang it in a middle school play. Kilroy Was Here! And now I'll never be able to get it out of my head until the day I die...)

But in some cases, there's just not much more you can do with something. We've been the proud owners of a string of secondhand couches throughout our married life, and our current wraparound sectional was especially, um, well-loved by us. Three main springs and one couch leg were broken. It was fairly standard for our guests to sit on the couch, only to jump up and exclaim "I think I just broke your couch!" "No, you didn't. It's just like that. Sorry. But if you sit right here in this exact spot and don't move at all, it's still semi-comfortable!"

So when we got new couches, we knew we had to send our old one off in style. It was just too broken for us to sell it or give away or donate, so we did the next best thing - TRASHED IT!

We started off with the usual things. You know, jumping on the couch. And then we moved on to the crazier things, like ripping an entire cushion to shreds (ever wonder what the inside of a couch looks like? You're about to find out!).

^^^Bouncing!

^^^ And more bouncing!

^^^ Jason fulfilling his lifelong dream of eating and drinking on the couch. He sat there with popcorn and crystal light, and looked like the most content teenager you've ever seen.

^^^ This is what the inside of a couch looks like. Who knew?

^^^ She had no idea what was going on, but she loved it nonetheless!

So there we have it. Trashing the couch! It was surprisingly fun, although we wish the original couch owners had been there to trash it with us (Bennetts, come back soon!). We also wanted to take it somewhere and burn it, but couldn't figure out a way to do that without violating several city codes. Darn those city codes! What are they trying to do? Keep us safe from random citizens burning couches in the middle of the city?

And now we bought new couches, and for some reason, buying couches of our very own seems like the most grownup thing we've ever done. I mean yeah, we've graduated college and had careers and been married and had a child and stuff, but still - buying couches?? I'm officially a grownup. And I'm not sure how I feel about that.