I was just telling the boys that we are getting a new couch delivered this week to replace our old couch. I was telling them how it is a nice big brown 100% leather couch. It really is a very cool couch with a thick, decorative carved wooden trim all the way around the bottom and chunky ornately carved wooden feet (yes, I was bragging, but the couch that we have, we've had for eight years, and we bought it used! We've been slip covering for years now. So you can understand why I'd be excited about this new couch).
Anyway, after I had described it, Jer asks, "how 'bout yellow roses?" He wanted to know if I could find a couch with yellow roses! I asked him why yellow roses. He had no idea. I asked him if he heard a story or a song or maybe saw one somewhere. He couldn't remember where or why he'd think of yellow roses. His mom was born in San Antonio, and his dad was born in Houston, and he was born at the base of the panhandle. It's just in his blood. So if anyone knows where I can find some accent pillows with pretty yellow roses, let me know.
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