Welcome, couch!

My powder-blue couch is finally coming tomorrow, along with my chrome-and-black-leather chair. Will the clash horribly with the light yellow walls? Anyone's guess. Also, there is now a nice queen-size bed in my house. My mother got a new bed and, though the furniture company had said they could not allow the movers to move the old bed to my house, the movers themselves had a different opinion.

As my mom said, "your father made friends with them, and they talked their Mississippi talk that I couldn't understand. Also, we tipped them." And in her usual paranoia, she made up a story about how I'm getting married, and then indicated that my sister and brother-in-law, who happened to pull up at that moment, where actually me and my fiance. All because mom fears that delivery men should know that her chaste daughter will be living in the house all alone.

This is the type of paranoia that is a daily treat in my family.