Operation New Sofa

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED 

That is to say, my mission was not actually accomplished.  Dave’s solution to the urine problem was to buy a new Bissell steam cleaner.  Cheapskate!  He even called me from Target just to double check that our old steam cleaner was actually broken.  (It has been broken for more than a year).  Today when I watched him going over (and over and over) a fresh spot with limited success, I questioned the new Bissell’s merit.  “Yeah, well, I got the cheapest one I could find,” he answered.  Yep.

A week or so after the inaugural Bissell couch steam, I have to concede that with a little Febreze chaser, our couch’s response to the Bissell’s work has been fair to good.  Frankly, a brand new sofa would smell (and look) a lot better, so I’m not giving up all hope.  I think Ellen is my closest ally—just a few accidental afternoon naps paired with morning potty neglect could be my ticket to Sectional with Chaise Paradise.  We’re well on our way:     

A Silver Lining

I have wanted a new living room sofa for a looong time, so yesterday’s potty accident during an afternoon catnap is proving to be serendipitous indeed.  (I should clarify that the potty perpetrator was Ellen, and not me, since I know my brother will be taking this opportunity to slip in a snide remark referring to the time that I was a couch potty perp.  In my defense, I was pregnant and watching “This Is Spinal Tap” at the time of the infraction.  And that is a VERY FUNNY movie).

I discovered yesterday’s accident in the worst way an accident can be discovered—that is, by sitting in it.  Since I leapt up pretty quickly and still had to change my jeans, I am declaring that our couch has reached Threat Level Yellow, meaning it has absorbed the minimum amount of urine required to justify replacement. 

I’ll keep you posted on the progress of Operation Couch Replacement.  Obviously right now it’s in the fledgling stages of my dreaming about a beautiful cozy sectional, with a chaise on one side, and the whole thing doused with three cans of Scotch Gard.