I have a wrought iron bench on my porch that I bought from Furniture Brother #1 about five years ago. It's a weird shape, not standard, and that has been my excuse for not buying pillows for it. For years, whenever people came over and stood on the porch, they would sort of stare at the bench and ask me when I was going to buy a pillow for it. A few brave souls would sit on it and, thus, experience the discomfort of my world.

This week, I finally bought some pillows (misaligned, but who cares), and lo and behold, I sat and had coffee on it with my neighbor! What kind of craziness is in my brain that keeps me from doing the obvious?! (I don't really want to know the answer).

Just for today, I can sit on my porch.