While I was in San Francisco, Lee apparently ditched his old couch with us. By "old," I mean approximately six months old, but now Lee is picking out furniture which is "attractive" and "coordinated" and we put dibs on the interim couch. I'm a big fan of inheriting furniture with memories, especially when those involve major holidays with all of my nearest and dearest and/or gin.
The tricky thing is that we haven't had time to get rid of any of the existing furniture, which means that we have enough seating for eight in our tiny, tiny living room. The upside is that we can now throw dinner parties. The downside is that there will be like playing Tetris, and if there is any kind of kitchen fire, everyone will almost certainly be killed. But still! We have a couch!