It's Couch Day at Casa Kiersten and I could not, could not, COULD NOT be more excited.
This past week, I've taken to turning on the kitchen light (there is no overhead light in my living room) so I can stand in the doorway to the living room and gaze at the empty space that will soon house my beautiful new brick red couch and arm chair.
Because I look good in red. That's why.
At times, I've wandered the room, patting the soon-to-be-hidden walls as I promise them excellent decorative enhancement. I've even just st00d in the middle of the room, surveying the unpacked videos and DVDs, the nearly cleared off top of my grandmother's coffee table, with a nowhere near faint sense of pleasure and anticipation. I've envisioned the exact parameters, surveyed the terrain, measured and remeasured to my heart's content. I've planned entire cat-repellent campaigns to avoid any arduous injury to my new decor, sent cell phone photos far and wide touting my furnishing coup and, I confess, spun around once or twice in glee.
Sigh. It's so satisfying becoming an adult. And it only took me 36 years.
How 'bout that.