Sofa, retired.

We dropped off the old sofa at We Care (the local thrift/ministry store), thanks to Papa and his truck being in town for a brief while.  We put it down right at the storefront, and as we looked back, I said, "my lord, that thing looks awful."  And it sure did. 

But!  It gave us many years of great service (14, to be precise).  It'll make a great college apartment sofa for someone.  It is noisy, though, so some discretion in choice of activities may be advisable.

The picture is from 2006 . . . i.e., when we were a one-child family.  It also demonstrates why the sofa got to the point where it needed to be replaced!  Note, too, that Big Brother was already a bookworm by that point (not yet two years old).

There are new ground rules for the new sofa, needless to say.

and, just because I think it's funny: 

(the cats aren't allowed liberty of the new sofa, either)