“Are you going to write about Jen and the Sleeper Sofa?” my husband asked me the other day. He doesn’t often weigh in on my blog subject matter, but there may have been another story he wanted to keep off the internet, and thought steering me to write about the closest I’ve ever come to being in a real-life I Love Lucy episode would do the trick.
“Oh god no,” I said. “It’s just not funny. I still have emotional scars. And both Jen and the main staircase still have physical scars. Jen’s son is scared of me and we’ll never get Ironman Movers to show up at our house again, even when if we move.”
“Too soon?”
“Yes. Too soon.” [Read more…] about Jen and the Sleeper Sofa