Frommy’s World

In the last few days I received and/or purchased some interesting new toys. Yes, I ordered something off an info-commercial. Yesterday I got my Air-O-Space sofa bed. This is a blow up sofa, recliner, lounger, and bed all in one. It is a portable paradise with arm rests. It is the ultimate man-couch! It has “man” written all over it. Only a man can truly appreciate the perfection this product holds. The reception my man-couch has received from my male counterparts has been the envy of the town. Most women, by the way, have not been as enthusiastic.

The man-couch is the perfect dorm room necessity. When my daughter’s boyfriend walked in the house and saw the spectacle at hand he immediately exclaimed “Where did you get that? That would be perfect for college!” He is getting prepared for his freshman year at Lynnfield. Needles to say, he right away saw the utilitarian function that was the man-couch.

The man-couch has already become the video game chair with my children and friends lounging out in front of my TV. Children (boys or girls) can appreciate the genius that is the man-couch. A man is truly a child at heart, and the man-couch offers a world of new possibilities. My 4-year-old daughter has begun to use the man-couch as a trampoline and has assembled it into a superb fort. My son has utilized its lounge configuration and has found a new haven in front of the TV. My 12-year-old daughter has used it to practice her guitar. My 17-year-old daughter, however, does not feel the hype…she’s grown too old and has lost her inner child.

I took the man-couch to one of my 12-year-old daughter’s soccer games this weekend. The thrill I got just thinking about the humiliation she would have to endure while I cheered from the sidelines on my air-sofa was all the motivation I needed to find a way to blow it up at the soccer fields. My son held the same passion, so he and I found an outlet that some venders plugged into and fired up the air pump. As the man-couch began to evolve out of thin air, the public passers-by began to huddle. Men stood helpless as their jaws dropped when they witnessed this evolution. Women cried for help as their significant others became paralyzed in awe. I smiled, nodded my head, and proclaimed with my chest protruding that “this is a man-couch!”

We had to carry the couch across four fields to get to where my daughter was playing. As we made our procession towards the field, a crowd of soccer fans rubbernecked and began to gather one by one for the man-couch parade. “Is that a couch?”, someone would yell out. “Where did they get that?”, someone else would mutter. “Is that for us?”, a soccer coach hopefully asked. “It is a man-couch”, I proudly proclaimed. When we finally got to my daughter’s field, chaos prevailed, and all ability to coach or be coached became impossible. The teams reserve players hurried and huddled over us. As my son and I sat down we yelled out “Go Paytyn!” Everyone, including the referees, stopped in their tracks for a brief moment as they took in what was presented to them. The game continued, but the couch held the attention of many spectators as they longed for a sit down. My daughters teammates soon became too much to contend with and we had to abandon ship. It was the first time I ever saw players asking not to go back in the game.

I’ve not since brought the couch back to the playing field for good reason. However, my daughter’s team did win the championship…can you say “good luck charm”.

There is one flaw however…no cup holders. I could make millions if I made my own inflatable couch with cup holders! I would call it the man-couch. My dream is to add on a man-room to my house with nothing but blow-up furniture. Can you imagine an inflatable coffee table, an air lamp, and a blow-up entertainment center! Until then my man-couch will have to do. One can dream.