Getting it home was another story...
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Just Don't Call Me Granny
I recently decided I am now old enough to buy and use a recliner. I bought a typical one from La-Z-Boy, but I have to say when I got it home, I did not like it. When I took it back, I checked the chairs at the clearance center and picked out another one.
Getting it home was another story...
You may not believe it, but if they opened up the recliner, it actually fit in my car. I had a hard time seeing out, but at least I was able to get it home. Driving home, I felt like I was part of the Clampett family and should be on the Beverly Hill Billies.
Here it is at home... right where it belongs. I love it. Taking back the other one and finding this one? It was meant to be.
Getting it home was another story...
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That's so funny, Jean. You know you are getting older when you think a recliner would be good and you want a four door vehicle. I remember the day when my daughter said she liked some kid on a TV show and I thought "I like his dad." Your recliner is very stylish, not one of those big "barcaloungers." Ha ha.
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