Well, my beloved cheetah chaise is long gone. The lady came to pick it up this morning. The funny thing is, her name is Suzanne, too….weird. Cheetah went from one crazy Suzanne to another. Let’s just take a moment to remember cheetah in all her glory:
Cheetah at the APT G104!
Who’s that handsome cheetah chair in the corner?
Cheetah, even though no man would sit in you for fear they might look “gay.” I kind of liked that you had that effect on stupid boys, none of them were good enough for you anyway. You’ll always be my beloved cheetah chair that got me through my single days. I will treasure our memories of tv watching and hittin’ the hay. Farewell and adieu, you will never be forgotten, my beloved chaise…
*Ok, but in all seriousness, I am going to miss that chair. It was very comfy and tres chic! But, those days are over and now I’ve got to move on to suburban mom furniture. sigh*