I need I mean want new furniture.

At my old job, we used to get bonuses twice a year. My bonuses were nothing to complain about. In fact, they were what I liked to call buy a nice piece of furniture events. I completed my bedroom one piece at a time working there. Then we moved to Arizona and my new job and bonuses aren’t something that go in the same sentence. It’s simply not that kind of job. Which really sucks because right now, I could use a new sofa. I’m debating, a new kitchen sink (which I really, really want) or a new sofa (which I don’t need, but I want one anyway). I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, sometimes, it’s hard being the grownup.