5. Being in the doghouse

I spent the night on the couch last night because I am just a wonderful daughter who lets my Dad-dad take the bed while he is here helping with renos. The couch, while lovely for laying around watching tv or curling up to read a book, is NOT a bed. Perhaps it would be more suitable for those corpse-type sleepers, but I am a thrasher and there is certainly no room for thrashing on the couch!! Now I know that typically when there is a squabble between a couple, it is usually the male who ends up on the couch for the night. But in the name of gender equality, let's say that us ladies might spend a night or two on the couch in the midst of a lovers' spat. For this reason, I am very thankful to be single so that I never have to endure a hiss-fit fueled night on the couch!