For a long time, Rose said she didn’t like our old fold-down, futon-on-a-frame couch. She didn’t think it was comfortable. Well, it wasn’t a dream couch, but it didn’t bother me enough to want to hunt down a better one. We’d gotten it new when we got up here to Alaska, and it had been an improvement over the ancient, government-issue one we’d had when we lived in Virginia. But it did have more than a decade of good use on it (although it still looked like new), and if we could find a decent replacement without paying an arm and a leg, I was okay with replacing it. So Rose began the hunt and had me sit on prospects when we were in various stores together.