In explanation: The Brown Couch

The Brown Couch is magical. It makes sick people well. Sitting on it is a dream. The Brown Couch is a miracle. Everyone wants it.

My mother inherited the Brown Couch when she wed my Father. Or at sometime after. Point being that if she had not married it would not belong to her.

Thus, it has become a competition between my siblings and me. The first of us to marry inherits the Brown Couch.

This is taken very seriously. Okay, so maybe only very to me. And maybe it is only speculation/wishful thinking that my mother will actually relinquish her rights to the Brown Couch upon my marriage. But I do hope.

So vote. (For me, preferably).

The year that ran away with me.

I took this picture in March. Yesterday. 2009 was surreal. A roller coaster. In a good way. A beautiful way.

Welcome new year, always glad you came.