gorilla glue... not for couch cushions...
Easter Sunday was quite the day! Sleep did not hit until 0400 on Easter morning. Sunrise service was just after that. We made it. Barely. Then the day started and most of that was in the previous blog post. I left it off with the gorilla glue situation. It seems that DH is a bit attached to the antique couch that had been gifted to us after the fire. With two broken legs it was an eyesore to me. I suggested we throw it out a week or so ago, DH said no I will fix it. So, it sat, sad and pathetic looking in the main living room. Yesterday morning I made the suggestion again in reference to tossing it. This brought about a "repair" session. While I tried to explain the difference between wants and needs to the youngest, while out and about, DH set about a few tasks. When we arrived home the couch was not finished. He said we returned unexpectedly. Good to know. Next time I shall stay out longer if I can stand to. Either way he got back to work while I started dinner. Next thin...