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Ondine
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I finally got over my couch block. I needed to buy new living room furniture, but every time I'd go to look for couches I would start crying. The last thing David and I did as a couple was plan to redecorate the old house. We went to Expo and other places and sat on a bunch of couches. Then we found out we were about a million dollars short of what we needed to do the house how we wanted. I went to Viable Paradise and David decided he was happier without me home. Two months later he asked for the divorce. When I moved the kids and me to the new house, I was able to buy a new bed and desk, but couches kept doing me in. I'd go to pottery barn or crate barrel, sit on a couch, and start to cry.

I took my mom, today. We went to Little India, but the furniture store wasn't one of the Indian shops. Just a nice little furniture store with old fashioned sort of sofas, big soft chairs, and funky rocking chairs. I bought a love seat, an easy chair and rocker, the latter two with ottomans. They are totally floral and unhip, but you sit in them and you want to go into a coma because they are so comfortable. They are delivering tomorrow, so Angela and Danielle can curl up on them when they return home, this week and next.

I had a good time with my mom. I think she figured out again that being mad at me just makes me hide. We talked a lot, mostly about boys. :) I didn't cry once.

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