A sad week for me and my Friends™ as we say goodbye to Rosita.
R.I.P Rosita the Chair
8 February 1996 - 1 February 2001
(And again 8/4/17 – 27/2/22)
8 February 1996 - 1 February 2001
(And again 8/4/17 – 27/2/22)
Alas, Rachel broke Rosita and she was replaced by a Lazy Boy Ecliner 3000™. No-one names furniture like that anymore. Now it’s all things like “Sittzenflugen” (some assembly required).
I can’t be too sad about Rosita. For months I’ve feared the death of our own sofa when we move. My wife’s been set on getting a brand new Sofa Set for some time. But recently, perhaps coming to terms with our financial reality, she admitted the possibility of finding something to match our current sofa, rather than letting a decent sofa go to waste.
A reprieve!!
Sofa McSofaface lives to see another day.
“The One Where Everyone’s Giving Things Names”
Phoebe’s been struggling to make ends meet. People don’t seem to want as many massages these days. Yet another business ruined by the pandemic.
She took a job doing telemarketing to get by. And, what would you know! Her first call was Jason Alexander. Star of huge 90’s hit…
I can’t be too sad about Rosita. For months I’ve feared the death of our own sofa when we move. My wife’s been set on getting a brand new Sofa Set for some time. But recently, perhaps coming to terms with our financial reality, she admitted the possibility of finding something to match our current sofa, rather than letting a decent sofa go to waste.
A reprieve!!
Sofa McSofaface lives to see another day.
“The One Where Everyone’s Giving Things Names”
Phoebe’s been struggling to make ends meet. People don’t seem to want as many massages these days. Yet another business ruined by the pandemic.
She took a job doing telemarketing to get by. And, what would you know! Her first call was Jason Alexander. Star of huge 90’s hit…
(And also a little known show called Seinfeld™).
Phoebe found out he was suicidal and rushed to make him think life was worth living again. She really is so kind sometimes!
Elsewhere, Monica and Ross’s dad has taken a leaf out of my book and decided to sell his house.
It’s a big step. I always wonder when (if at all) my own parents will sell up. I think grandkids have put them off for now. Which is a huge relief, as I do not have space to store all my stuff that’s there.
But then, do I really need it? As Ross and Monica discover, most of the things in boxes in cupboards have sentimental value, but little else. It’s only value comes from going through it and being reminded of your youth. But then, when will I find the time for that? At this point probably not until the kids have moved out, and by then we’ll have boxes full of their little lives.
Monica’s annoyed that the Gellar parents already got rid of her bedroom. But not as mad as she is when she finds out Jack used her boxes to stop his Porche™ getting flooded.
The bedroom argument will be familiar to anyone with siblings. There’s always one room that get’s reclaimed first. And I’m proud to say it wasn’t mine so I’m clearly not the least favourite child. Or maybe my parents think I have a higher likelihood of needing to move back in…
I have noticed recently those subtle changes that the territory is being reclaimed though. The build up of troops on the border. First the bedsheets change, then the posters comes down. And before you know it your room is still there, but starts to not really look like your room at all.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Joey isn’t the only one giving things unlikely names this week. My dad entered the kitchen at his, unusually cheerfully, and announced “I’m just taking Jerry for a walk.”
“Oh no” I thought “they haven’t got a new dog have they? I can’t face having to guard my toddler every time we come round.”
But I shouldn’t have worried. It turned out “Jerry” was Jason Alexander’s friend, in town to do a stand-up set.
Sorry, no… “Jerry” was a mouse. I suppose I should have been able to guess that really.
Phoebe found out he was suicidal and rushed to make him think life was worth living again. She really is so kind sometimes!
Elsewhere, Monica and Ross’s dad has taken a leaf out of my book and decided to sell his house.
It’s a big step. I always wonder when (if at all) my own parents will sell up. I think grandkids have put them off for now. Which is a huge relief, as I do not have space to store all my stuff that’s there.
But then, do I really need it? As Ross and Monica discover, most of the things in boxes in cupboards have sentimental value, but little else. It’s only value comes from going through it and being reminded of your youth. But then, when will I find the time for that? At this point probably not until the kids have moved out, and by then we’ll have boxes full of their little lives.
Monica’s annoyed that the Gellar parents already got rid of her bedroom. But not as mad as she is when she finds out Jack used her boxes to stop his Porche™ getting flooded.
The bedroom argument will be familiar to anyone with siblings. There’s always one room that get’s reclaimed first. And I’m proud to say it wasn’t mine so I’m clearly not the least favourite child. Or maybe my parents think I have a higher likelihood of needing to move back in…
I have noticed recently those subtle changes that the territory is being reclaimed though. The build up of troops on the border. First the bedsheets change, then the posters comes down. And before you know it your room is still there, but starts to not really look like your room at all.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
Joey isn’t the only one giving things unlikely names this week. My dad entered the kitchen at his, unusually cheerfully, and announced “I’m just taking Jerry for a walk.”
“Oh no” I thought “they haven’t got a new dog have they? I can’t face having to guard my toddler every time we come round.”
But I shouldn’t have worried. It turned out “Jerry” was Jason Alexander’s friend, in town to do a stand-up set.
Sorry, no… “Jerry” was a mouse. I suppose I should have been able to guess that really.
I looked in horror at the humane mouse trap on the kitchen table, realising the little box was not merely waiting to be set-up.
But my dad, still laughing eerily, explained that mum had insisted they get a humane trap to deal with a recent infestation, and he was about to take the mouse on a very long drive to the woods.
Wow. Becoming a grandparent really has changed him.
But my dad, still laughing eerily, explained that mum had insisted they get a humane trap to deal with a recent infestation, and he was about to take the mouse on a very long drive to the woods.
Wow. Becoming a grandparent really has changed him.
