I am wearing rags, sitting on my couch watching “The Clique” on Lifetime, eating a supposedly low-fat burrito and flipping through catalogs. While this makes me sound like an unpopular 12-year-old girl with a yen for Mexican food, it feels more like heaven.
Much of this divine feeling can be attributed to two things. First, tis the weekend. And second, my enormous couch is actually more like a bed. Who needs to sit upright when clearly the human body was meant to be elongated like a banana and flopped over fabric.
It actually took me a year to buy a couch. Sounds pathetic but I used to have two really uncomfortable chairs stuck in a dark corner of my living room. It was a bit like solitary confinement. But after 365 days of self-torture, I invested in the comfort machine from West Elm and my butt is so much happier for it.
To make it even better, while watching “The Clique,” I just saw a commercial for the “Client List,” staring Jennifer Love Hewitt. It’s a Lifetime flick about a prostitute with a really crap Texas accent trying to support her family. Now I can DVR that one for my next night in, on my big floppy bed couch of course.