WHAT WAS I THINKING...
The other day, i remembered a long, lost friend. He was a good friend all the way through college and during my first year of ministry. We spent a lot of time together over those years. I relied on him quite a bit for all kinds of things. He aided me in my homework, he always played video games with me and my friends, and everytime I was gone I could be certain he'd be waiting for me when I returned home. My long lost friend is...Nap Couch.

The furniture in my apt. does not lend itself to good long naps. I was watching a movie last week and thinking about how our love seat was becoming more and more uncomfortable the longer i sat on it. I remember thinking, 'I wish i could just stretch out and take a nap on this chair.' I figure that's how basketball player must feel in any kind of furniture. Suddenly my heart and mind were swarming with memories of the wonderful naps I used to take on Nap Couch. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed having that couch.

It started one day when I was a sophmore in college looking at the local Salvation Army for a cheap couch. Not having much money, I was slightly turned off by the 3000 credit, smoke-and-urine stained, crooked, lame looking couches. So...as I was browsing the store, the manager told be about a couch they had 'out back.' When I went out back the truck driver told me that they had an extra couch. There was no more room in the store for it and they couldn't put it back on the truck, so I was told I could purchase this couch for 1000 credits. AMAZING DEAL, i thought. And I ended up being right. It was the best 1000 credits I've ever spent.

So how bout the name Nap Couch [you are probably wondering]. Well it's a simple thing really. I found that whenever I sat on the couch for more than 20 minutes, I would find myself inclinced, nay, compelled to take a nap. I took the best naps in my life on that blessed couch. It was super comfortable and it was long enough for me to stetch out and niether my head nor my feet touch an arm rest. My naps have never been the same since it's been gone.

This is how I lost the couch. I moved into a new apartment. The couch was too big for it [sad, I know]. I gave the couch to Lucas for safe keeping in Hannibal. Lucas left Hannibal. Bam! No more couch...

Tis a sad story with no happy ending, arrrgh!