but somehow it piles up ALL the time. within a week, we'll have a trash bag full of junk mail we get at this apartment. i cannot tell you how annoying it is to check the mail and find only five menus for local resturaunts. what a waste of time.
so [per this rant] i cleaned our living room today to make room for our new couch!!! ryan went to belfort furniture like ... three months ago and apparently sat on e.v.e.r.y piece of their furniture to find something he liked. and he found one! of course, i didn't have too much say in it -- but i don't really care. as long as ryan likes it i'm good! unfortunately, we weren't able to purchase it when we found it {when it was on SALE!} because of lack of funding, but thank God for tax refunds... we bought the couch last week and it will be delivered tomorrow!!!
a little side note -- i can't believe how chill i've been since i got married. like with my personal preferences. its almost like i don't have any anymore. not because ryan is domineering or overpowering ... its the opposite. its so rare when he voices an opinion on something that i'm totally ok with doing whatever he wants just because i know it'll make him happy.
unfortunately, we weren't able to purchase it when we found it {when it was on SALE!} because of lack of funding, but thank God for tax refunds... we bought the couch last week and it will be delivered tomorrow!!! anywho its a very nice and comfy couch. it reclines, which is {so fetch} in ryan's oppinion. although he would never say those words.

we now have an extra futon if anyone wants it. careful, its boney and hurts your butt. but... its good for an extra bed or a couch for short [key word] periods of sitting.
speaking of extra beds and sitting for short periods of time, i would just like to say here in public that {SURPRISE VISITS ARE NOT ENCOURAGED!! seeing as i do not always keep a very neat house... BELIEVE ME, IF YOU SURPRISE US AND THE HOUSE IS DIRTY, YOU'RE STAYING AT A HOTEL -- ON YOU.} why, you ask? because my mom taught me that when company comes over, you clean the house. and if you had let me know you were coming i would've cleaned. so its your own fault that my house is dirty and therefore inhospitable. lol - you think i'm joking, and a tiny part of me is, but really i'm not.
{moral of the story: announce your visits. even short ones.}
ahhh... i wish i was rich enough to employ a maid.