Comfort zone

The moment has come, the moment we've all been waiting for. This morning we are going to pick up a recliner. Da da da dummm.

This weekend has been a domestic triumph. We hung curtains. We priced accent chairs in the suburbs. But yesterday, cans of Sparks caffeinated malt liquor in hand, we braved the eighth floor of Marshall Fields and found a chair Kelley can sleep in for under $500.

This is as far as I go, my friends. No chance for a television in the bedroom. Just a bed in the TV room.