Phil and I gave our family room furniture away to one of our kids, and loaned out one of our recliners to someone who has had shoulder surgery. There is really no place to sit in the family room except some dining room chairs we bought years ago when we thought we'd remodel and make a big dining room.
They are not comfortable TV watching chairs. I'm not sure they are even comfortable dining room chairs. Aaand we bought 12 of them. We like to have plenty of whatever it is--just like my mom. (If anyone in town needed something odd, they came to mom and she usually had one of whatever they wanted, sometimes two or three.)
We put a TV in Elizabeth's old room and now we snuggle together on a small couch, sometimes under a quilt.
This quilt is one I made for my mom about 35 years ago and, even though its faded, I love it because it was hers and because she added the blue side panels, because it was too narrow. She has been gone 28 years, in June. I miss her every day.
There is a little heater in there too, because if its winter, I'm cold. If its summer, I'm hot. I have a great little system worked out:(
The other night Phil and I watched a CES Devotional by Randall Ridd. It was excellent. He told a captivating story about oranges and why one man was promoted and another was not. Soon after that story I fell asleep. When I woke up I told Phil this was my favorite things to do, snuggle with him, holding hands, etc., watching TV together. I was waxing romantic and then he said...
I laughed until I couldn't hardly catch a breath. I guess if you can't have a romantic husband you should be happy with your honest one.