But this has nothing to do with that. Trouble is a-brewing in a whole other way.
It started two years ago when C.C. broke one of the living room lamps. She was small and could scamper behind the end table and couch - her getaway when stealing socks. One day she got tangled in the cord and down went the lamp. I've been searching for new ones ever since.
There's a lot of lamps out there. Trust me, I know first-hand. I've checked out every possible online retailer and store in the area. Multiple times. Lots of great lamps, but none that matched our furniture. Except for THE ONE. It was beautiful, a piece of art really. It would have been perfect. But Big Dog said no. Something about the $1,200 price tag.
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You know where this is going, don't you? We'll eventually have to buy new end tables to match the lamps, then a new couch and love seat to match the tables, then a new TV stand and a chair to match the rest. And the new TV stand will need a new TV, of course. Because our living room opens to the kitchen, a new table and refacing the kitchen cabinets won't be far behind. It will never end.
I have seen the face of evil and its name is redecorating.