So, for the past several months, I've been popping into my favorite used furniture store and eyeing up this antique sofa set. It's a circa 1910 sofa with an armchair and ottoman, in near-mint condish. Carved wooden legs. Crushed velvet upholstery. It's just my style, which is to say it looks like it belongs in the parlour of a brothel, or in an opium den, or maybe in the male version of Jeannie's bottle.

The problem was, I already had a couch--this huge overstuffed monster that Ca-chee bought when we first moved in together. Our understanding has always been that it was her couch, and whenever she moves into a place that can accommodate it, she'll take it.

Well, today she's moving. So yesterday, I went to the furniture store to see if the sofa set I'd been looking at was still for sale. It was. For some reason, I didn't buy it right then, thinking I'd wait until we got the old couch out of my apartment, and had the U-Haul all ready or whatever. I think you know where this is going.

Yes, today when I went to buy my beloved whorehouse furniture, the guy sadly informed me that someone bought it ten mintues after I left the store yesterday. It sat there for months, until I was ready to buy it. Then it sold.

He said he'd give me a good deal on anything else I wanted, and he tried. But everything looked so ugly compared to the set I really wanted.

So now, because I hesitated, my living room is empty. I have a TV, an end table, and a rug.

Listen, hesitation will get you nowhere. I am hard pressed to think of a time when hesitation is a good thing. I'm not talking about making an informed decision; I'm talking about not doing the things you really want to do because...why? Because you're lazy, or cowardly or just plain stupid.

I think there's also a Midwestern tendency to hesitate. It's the voice in your head that says, "No...are you sure? Are you REALLY sure, because you really need to be sure. It would be awful if you weren't sure."

Sure of what? Am I sure I want to decorate my home like a bordello? That's the stupidest fricken question I've ever heard.

Anyway. If you need me, I'll be sitting on my living room floor, not hesitating to eat cereal.

Have a nice weekend.