Friday, December 16, 2005

Behold the throne of Hoss

My mother, who is entirely too generous, bought us a bee-yoo-tiful rocking chair for the Hossmeister the last time she was here for a visit. It got delivered a few days ago, and here it is in all its glory:

I know - it doesn't look like a rocking chair, but that's what's so nice about it. It's like an easy chair on rockers. As you can see, we've covered it with a throw to protect it from cat hair, and the teddy bear sitting on it is also courtesy of my mother. I aniticipate many late night hours spent in this chair, so I'm forever grateful to have one that will support my ass in the manner to which it has become accustomed. Thanks, Mom!