Big, Brown, Comfy Chair

I have this chair in my house that I refer to as the "spoon sucker."  It's a chocolate colored, oversized, pillowy, plush chair with a matching ottoman.  Everyone, and I mean everyone, who has spent time in this chair has succumbed to it's valium-inous wiles and slept like Rip Van Winkle.  People like CaliAngel, ColoAngel, Houdini, my Team, my Mom, me, Kiva, ... and the list goes on.  I only bring this up because I've spent the last few days in an RSD-induced, nauseous haze and after one nap in my big, brown, comfy chair, I finally feel a little better.  

The thing is, you need to willing to give into it in order to sit in it.  Resisting the chair is futile ... kinda like the Borg.  (oops, did I just let out my inner geek??)  If you're exhausted but need to keep up the energy, this chair is not right for you.  If you're trying to clean the house and need to sit for 2 minutes, do not sit in this chair.  If you need to sit down while folding laundry, this is not the chair in which you should sit and still try to be productive.  If you're eating soup and sitting in this chair, you will soon be wearing soup.  If you need to find a comfortable place to curl up with a good book, you'd have better luck reading in bed with the lights off.  If you just want to get caught up on this week's episodes of Glee and Bones, do not sit in this chair ... you'll only end up dreaming of singing scientists and dancing dead people.  If you think that you can wear dark colors while sitting in this chair and come away unscathed by dog hair, you're an idiot.

Needless to say, I have spent most of the day fighting the invisible restraints of the spoon sucking, big, brown, comfy chair ... and failing.  But my stomach does feel better, so I've got that going for me, which is nice.  I have faith that I will continue to be one with the chair until I'm back to par.  I also have faith that my fur-lined (on the outside) sweats will be my badge of honor today since I'm kinda cranky when I don't feel well and, regardless of my crankiness, I can show ... I mean know that my dog still loves me.  Sweeeet dreamssssZZZzzzzzzzz