We were chatting about work – Whipped boy behind me was complaining about having expensive furniture in one room of their house that they are not allowed to us e- it is just for show.
I grew up in a house like that. It was actually called ‘The Good Room’. We went in at Christmas to open our presents, but other than that it was off limits to everyone. It started off with green shag carpet and my Aunt’s dog was convinced it was grass – it bolted for the room every time it visited and peed on the carpet.
Once my brother was chasing me and I figured if I ran into The Good Room he wouldn’t have the balls to follow me – his girlfriend normally kept them in her purse. He did follow me and we had a stand off on opposite sides of the coffee table. He finally tool a swing at me. Missed me – but he cough the next of the blue pottery loon – took the head right off!
Then we were best friends again – gluing the think back together before everyone got home. I don’t think they know about that one yet. It’s been about 30 years though.
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