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RIP, paposan chair
The day we all knew would come has. Our beloved paposan chair has broken. We are, understandably, heart-broken.
The chair begans its life with Steven. It was a gift from his parents for his first apartment. It lived with him for 4 years until, one day, it had to move back home with his parents' basement. I had always had a soft spot for the paposan and told Steven that I would adopt it in a heartbeat. After all, I have lots of adopted furniture, including my grandfather's comfy old chair.
When we moved into our apartment in Weymouth, we happily welcomed the paposan back into our home. It quickly became a favourite place to curl up in, whether reading, knitting, or just watching TV. It was with us through the adoption of our next piece of furniture, my grandparents' couch. Maybe the strain of a newer, bigger piece of furniture was too much, because the other night, while curled up in it with a book, the paposan gave up with a loud crack. We didn't realize the severity of the problem until the next night, when Laura sat down (the paposan is her favourite) and announced something was poking her in the ass. On closer inspection, we saw that, after years of use, one of the joints had given way. A sad end for a beloved chair.
Calling hours will be until we can afford to buy a new one. Interrment will take place in our dumpster at a later date.
RIP, Paposan chair.
The chair begans its life with Steven. It was a gift from his parents for his first apartment. It lived with him for 4 years until, one day, it had to move back home with his parents' basement. I had always had a soft spot for the paposan and told Steven that I would adopt it in a heartbeat. After all, I have lots of adopted furniture, including my grandfather's comfy old chair.
When we moved into our apartment in Weymouth, we happily welcomed the paposan back into our home. It quickly became a favourite place to curl up in, whether reading, knitting, or just watching TV. It was with us through the adoption of our next piece of furniture, my grandparents' couch. Maybe the strain of a newer, bigger piece of furniture was too much, because the other night, while curled up in it with a book, the paposan gave up with a loud crack. We didn't realize the severity of the problem until the next night, when Laura sat down (the paposan is her favourite) and announced something was poking her in the ass. On closer inspection, we saw that, after years of use, one of the joints had given way. A sad end for a beloved chair.
Calling hours will be until we can afford to buy a new one. Interrment will take place in our dumpster at a later date.
RIP, Paposan chair.
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Speaking of which, were we supposed to go to Ikea today? I have teh dumb
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