11/11/2006

Bean Bag Chairs...

I don't know who this is, but she sure looks happy. Almost TOO happy. And why not? She's sitting in a bean bag chair! Who wouldn't be happy?

My family had a bean bag chair. My mom made it. It was black courderoy. It was ultra-comfy. My brother, sister, and I would fight over who got to sit in it. It was also super-close to the TV, perfect for young, growing eyes.

One of these bad boys combined with a hand-knit Afghan (the blanket, not the people) was the epitome of comfort. Of course, that comfort was ruined when my brother and I were rough-housing and one of us tackled the other on top of it, exploding it and releasing millions of little styrofoam beads into the atmosphere.

Life at our house was never quite the same. We never got another bean bag chair. I can't be sure, but this is probably why my parents eventually got divorced several years later. You see, they always tell kids of divorced parents that it isn't their fault, but let's face it, most of the time it is.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Holy Fuck, I almost pissed my pants when I read this. You did cause your parents to divorce. Just like I almost did to mine when I wrote on the wall when I was 4, or bit my brothers big toe. They never treated me the same after that. Damn. And you know what? Your mom probably still has little styrofoam balls in a hope chest, or in her hair. You can NEVER shake those little static laden bastards. They're like herpes. Once you've got 'em, you keep em.

Teri said...

the boob lady is funny!

I agree, it was your fault.

why are bean bag chairs so hard to get OUT of?

Anonymous said...

my beanbag was vinyl, and got all hot because I sat next to the fireplace.

And, my dad made it very clear that it was all my fault they were getting a divorce. I was like 26, but still...

Valerie (Bunso) said...

http://munzlife.blogspot.com/

Be like Grant...write a post about what I wrote in your yearbook and I'll write an entry all about you.

Jen said...

we have a bean bag
the cat loves it

and Yeah..
it was all your fault...

Big Orange said...

daaaamn. 'Tis funny you should pen this on the day we toss our old couch out on the ragheap. The couch (which we DID get during the summer) was soaked in little people whiz and stunk, so we tossed it. "What shall we do with the big, empty space where it used to be?" asked mine goodwife. "What will we sit on that's soft and comfy?"

"Let's buy a shitload of beanbag chairs", says I.

As for the drawing on the walls, our walls are covered thanks to autism.

Big Orange said...

crap. I meant "autism" as in a link to www.visionsplendid.blogspot.com

also, she'd be CUTER if she was wearing less clothing, IMHO.

mixednut said...

Huh.
I always thought they were full of beans.

RandyLuvsPaiste said...

I kept TRYING to get my parents to split up, but they never did.
They were too comfortable being miserable together.

Anonymous said...

I've been trying to convince my department chair for YEARS to get rid of all my students' desks and replace them with beanbag chairs. I think I'm close. . .

Chris said...

Boob Lady- We actually had to move because of the static-laden bastards.
Teri- Why would you want to get out of a bean bag chair?
Amy- Did he say why?
Bunso- You NEVER signed my yearbook. What, was I not COOL enough for you!? The pain is still very real...
Jen- I know it is...
B.O.- Agreed, fellow dirty old man...
Randy- Then you weren't trying hard enough.
Megan- I want you to be the next Secretary of Education! That makes WAY more sense than NCLB.

Beth said...

Damn you, Some Guy! I was hoping for a photo of you on the (very cool) handmade bean bag chair with a (real, not knit) Afghan sprawled across you.