It's Me or the Beanbag...Don't Answer That

We have this ridiculous (there, I said it) convertible beanbag thing leftover from our move. You might even recognize it. We used it to make the biggest softest bed imaginable for Jake. By all accounts, it did that!

Full disclosure: It also barfed foamy bits all over the car and house. It was also too high for Jake to jump up onto so now my back hurts. It also made it real tough to see out the back window. And now, it occupies a space in our new place.

On the other hand... Jake loves it. And, well, look at him!

The funny story behind this poof of furniture is that we TRIPLE stuffed it. Accidentally. When you order this thing, they offer to send you a second batch of stuffing should you want the marshmallow to be more firm. We accepted their offer. A couple days later, we get a delivery notification but no package. The following day we officially declared the package stolen and called the Company. They were very kind and resent the stuffing. Which arrived safely a couple days later.  Guess what arrived a few days after that!? Yep, the 2nd batch of stuffing.

Feeling like my masculinity was in doubt, I stuffed all 3 batches into the liner and then the case. See how that zipper looks like it's going to bust in that 2nd pic? Yeah. Masculinity restored.