The Recline of the American Family
For Christmas, Krissy got us his and her matching recliners, which have just been delivered, and as you may see here are sufficiently wide for our inevitiable capitulation to the middle-aged flabination (actually it’s not inevitable, but it’s nice to be prepared). And they match, in a color that is somewhere between maroon and burgundy (maroongundy? Burgoon?).
Add these new chairs to our daughter’s previously-purchased tyke-sized recliner, and you’ve got a family waist-high in repose. Now we may all enjoy recumbent big-screen TV pleasure! All we have left to to do is to construct the conveyor belt from the pantry and fridge, and we’ll be set. Let the flabination commence!