You may have nowhere to sit.
We are currently taking inventory of everything that could possibly be causing the master of the house to feel so awful.
My nursing couch was kicked to the curb.
The rug is perched atop the harp case.
Drapes are minimal.
Allergy test taken.
AC ducts cleaned.
Bedroom carpets replaced.
A new mattress.
Couches and granny's chair in the garage.
Filters replaced over and over.
Willow branches to the front stoop.
And Donald Duck has been banished to the art room.
We might be getting close.
The children are next.
So, if you'd like to come visit, please bring your own [allergen-free] chair.
post script: get your nomination in before noon tomorrow!