I’ve got t-minus two days until I present one of my research papers at a local conference, so I’ve been spending most of my free afternoons camped out on the living room couch, surrounded by loose-leaf notebook paper, presentation outlines, and potential PowerPoint slides. It’s all very Good Will Hunting—minus the whole “troubled genius” part. Struggling to figure out PowerPoint can really do a number on your self-esteem. But anyways! Two days, people. Two. Days.
Of course, my time spent on the couch opened my eyes to the horror that has become our living room/kitchen (it’s a small apartment…) couches. The backsides of what were once deep maroon couches have now faded to brown. Rusty, orangey, bodily-function brown. And I’m feeling all sentimental and sappy about it. Our first set of couches! Our “remember when we had those dark red couches when we were first married?” couches! Our “these will last for years upon years!” couches! All because I, on that fateful day 3 years ago, chose the apartment with the big windows and view of the Mississippi. It’d probably be weird to save one of the cushions, right? Right…
In other news, I’m wearing this spring green skirt to protest the random bouts of snow that have been making their way through Minneapolis. So bring it on, random winter weather! There’s more pastels where THIS came from!