I detest recliners. I believe that they belong in nursing homes. Guess what my husband wants more than anything? Yup, a recliner. I've always managed to talk him out of it, I even talked him into saving the funds for a reclining armchair that I don't love but wouldn't make me want to hurl each day. I finally got new sofas this year and I love their clean angles and straight lines. He sent me a text this morning asking me if I mind if he brings home a recliner that his parents are getting rid of. I haven't replied, but I can't say no. I love him and he works super hard while I stay home and play with Lucas. If he feels like he needs to recline after work, who am I to stop him? I hope the jumbo-sized, round, puffy recliner makes him happy.
At least it doesn't look like this one.
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