(Sorry not running-related. So arrest me!) Instead of going out to socialize with friends on a Friday night like any normal 25-year-old would, I found myself engaging in my latest passion, burning candles, dusting, and finishing off the big show by vacuuming. I could literally hear drunk kids wandering around outside, but the thought of wandering around in the cold really didn’t appeal to me in the slightest. So I was trying to get a jelly donut stain off my slip cover for my couch (ugh, just don’t ask), when I remembered, my couch is a pull-out!

Generally pull-out couches are tacky and a pain in the butt to move because they’re SO heavy, that even when you try and sell them on Craigslist, normal people won’t come pick them up. But, my connection to pull-out couches spans miles and memories.

So when I was a kid, we lived in this tiny house in Long Island. And my mother has decent decorator’s sense now, but in the 90s we had this horrific set of furniture that was sort of fern and beach themed? Like it was this heavy heavy wood material, again too heavy for anyone to want to really move, and the pattern was this leafy business. I’m not sure how we acquired it or why we had it.  (As an aside, that heavy furniture would later save our lives when, after we moved to North Carolina, we were almost killed by a distracted driver who drove through our living room). I swear to you, I’m not making a word of this up.  Anyhoo, as a special treat like on some Friday night, my mom let us (and it just would’ve been me and Deb, Kimmy would probably have been too little, and my brother wasn’t born yet), pull out the bed from this terrible couch and have a sleepover party! Seriously, as a kid, this was just as good as getting to stay in a hotel, without bedbugs or germs!

So to tie it all back in, I was cleaning, remembered that the couch pulled out, and set up for the most epic pull-out couch hotel party of life. Unfortunately, the only clean sheets I had didn’t match, and for some reason, the bedspread is Africa themed. Don’t judge.  Rather, turn your living room into a sleepover party and see if you don’t wake up the happiest camper in the world!