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There it is again. Dad's infamous chair. That was back when dad's chair was this sorta houndstooth black and white so it looked gray from far away, and we had dark green shag carpet. Long shag. COOL. It matched the afgan perfectly.
Now, of course the carpet's some earth tone, and the chair is much less comfy. You could never hold two kids and a cat while you watch T.V. and read a fishing magazine in the new chair. Its all chrome and leather. Ew. (Note: we finally got him to ditch that damn chair! woo! allright!)
Once right before guests were coming over for Christmas stuff my brother and I cleaned half the new leather chair, the left half. So dad had to do the rest real quick. It was pretty hilarious. Wish I had a picture of that. Mom gave us $20 bucks for doing it.
For whatever reason, my parents liked to prop me up like this and snap photos. You'd think they could at least have taken the "rubber pants" off me first... (Or is that why I even now as an adult, have a strange afinity for rubber clothing?)
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