Does anybody remember the plastic covering on their furniture? If you do, you’re likely a child of the 60s like me.
We didn’t always have this uncomfortable embellishment — the one that clung to sweaty thighs and didn’t allow your skin to breathe.
I blame it on our dog!
My father had a habit of leaving the newspaper on the couch when he was finished with it. Therefore, you really can’t blame Maggie for peeing on the print. After all…