My new couch is too big for the room!

Steve stopped by last night to laugh.

The door doesn't open all the way without hitting the edge of the couch.

All access to the kitchen, bathroom, lounge, supply room and other rooms is blocked by the couch. One has to do a Starsky and Hutch and leap over it, but usually I end up doing a Jack Tripper and just flip over it onto the floor behind it.

It's "L" shaped and no position can face the entertainment area. The couch can easily seat 50 guests, but my place safely accommodates only 28.

Girls who have stopped by to feel the suede of the couch all "Oooh and Aaahhh" as their hands glide across it. I wish I was made of suede.

Bronski Beat's "Smalltown Boy" was playing on my system when an offer by a radio group looking to discuss with me an offer of possible morning airtime in a rather large market. "Run away, run away, run away..." was being sang as I listened to their ideas.

It would be sweet, but I'd have to move again...

What am I gonna do about the couch?