The best part of this–indeed, the only good thing about this–is that when you come in for breakfast, you can slide into your seat, kicking back a yard from the kitchen table, and yell “GOAAAAALLL!!!”
Which may be the most excitement you get out of the day, unless you eat breakfast in your skivvies, in which case, that’s probably all the excitement you NEED in the day, and the rest is going to be mostly an exercise in astroturf rash.
Take a closer look. That’s comfort, that is. And verisimilitude.
You can turn any meal into a chance to relive those high school sports moments. Should you choose to. With a minimum of embarrassment, at least until your significant other comes in and asks you to explain why you have a chair padded with artificial turf, which can be awkward. Tell him or her Dan Savage said an astroturf paraphilia is perfectly natural, not at all pervy, and that you’ve had a special set of sheets made for the bed.
Goodwill on 183 near Anderson Mill, Austin