man. lately? i just don't have a whole lot to say. not sure why. so much has been going on this last week. i am still worn out from it all. i have missed doing my random, talk about about nothing important, TMI, rambling type of posts. i hope to get back into doing those... i mean pictures about real life events are great and all, but wouldn't you rather hear about our most embarassing moments and how i stabbed the couch with a knife all that fun stuff? no? probably not. haha. oh well.
oh, what's that? you want to hear about why i stabbed the couch with a knife? hmmm. how to explain that one without sounding like a complete psychopath... well, i guess i could tell you that someone broke into our house..and tried to steal our awesomely old, used, free couches and i was like "oh you better not! you better not!"
so then the robber laid down on the couch and got all comfy like he was at his own home or something and was all, "oh yes i am. i am so taking these."
and i looked around and all i could find was sean's pocket knife and i proceeded to threaten the robber and he wouldn't back off so i stabbed the couch to prove that i was serious, and then he finally got the hint and ran out with my ipod.
or i could tell you that there was a spider on the couch..and it laid babies inside, so i had to stab the couch to release them.. no that is just sick. gross.
well. this is what really went down. and it is not that cool or exciting. but sean bought his friend a pocket knife for his birthday. he was showing me how cool it was, and i opened it up and was admiring how sharp and shiny it was. then he said, "i dare you to stab the couch with it."
and i was all, "really?" and he was like, "yes."
so i was like, "k." so i did it. and the look on his face was pure terror. i don't think i have ever seen him that scared in his entire life.
i don't see what the big deal was. and i even told him that. "well technically sean? it is your fault. you told me to stab the couch. what did you expect?"
"chloe, if your friends all jumped off a bridge? would you?"
"well probably. that sounds like a lot of fun."
"chloe, i can't believe you just did that."
"sean, remember how you asked me to? this is your fault. and besides. i never make dinner or do my laundry when you ask me to. so i finally do this one thing, and you freak out and act like i just stabbed a couch or something. oh wait. i did. but you told me to."
so now we have a lovely hole in our awesomely old couch. it does have a slipcover. but that was on the couch when i stabbed it. so that has a hole too.
for the record, sean said that the thing that concerned him more than me actually stabbing the couch, was the no-hesitation and pure satisfaction of stabbing something. maybe you better watch out sean.
and my question is this, why wouldn't you stab a couch if someone asked you to? i mean i think i would be more concerned about the people who didn't when they were asked.
so i leave you with this.