Yesterday I was sitting on my sofa. It is from Pottery Barn, but that’s besides the point. I could see the right hand sofa arm out of the corner of my eye.
Up crawled a silverfish. Right onto the peanut-colored faux suede. I am reasonably sane about bugs – not all the way to wise maybe, but sane. However, that crawling silverfish was too much.
We all have our limits. Bugs on upholstery is one of mine. I know you’ve got yours. Sometimes life is profound and sometimes, I think, it just isn’t. Have a wonderful weekend.