La-Z-Mom

It’s better than that drug with the moth. It’s better than Ambien. It’s better than Sominex or any other OTC sleep aid.

It’s my husband’s recliner chair.
[Here’s a photo of a similar chair, but that’s not me.]

Every time I sit down in that thing, I doze off. Comatose, absolutely snoring. It happened again this morning. I came home from driving the kids to school and sat down to read the paper. The phone rang. I sat up with a snort, and 40 minutes had passed. I was so out of it that I don’t fully remember the conversation I had with WineGuy.

Those La-Z-Boy people have got it all wrong. They could sell tons of furniture to women if they’d re-market their recliners as La-Z-Mom. Well, what would you call it?

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2 thoughts on “La-Z-Mom

  1. I’m having a hard time reconciling the Lazy and the Mom together. But I guess it’s hard to make something catchy out of Chair-Mom-Deserves-After-Working-So-Hard.

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