Cleaning my house cost me a fortune today!!!

I was going about my regular business of cleaning my house today. Listening to Andrew Lloyd Weber, at the usual 50 decibels. (pissing off my neighbors, who play gangster rap at all hours). Things were going great, I had the entire living room dusted. I tell you what, living so close to the water puts us in a perpetual dust cloud. The dusting was going rather well, if I do say so myself. I moved everything, took down all my nick-knacks, and was feeling rather proud of myself. AND, that is when it happened. I moved my sofa (we all remember my sofa). The piece of CRAP that we bought not 2 years ago to replace the WONDERFUL sofa the Navy damaged moving us here. As I pulled it away from the wall, it fell apart! I mean LITERALLY fell apart. I could see the shape of my sofa change. I tried to push it back against the wall and pretend it was still a sofa. Hopping it would bounce back, (you know like a duvet fresh from the dryer, it can take a few min to regain it's fluff, right)? Well I sat and waited and it didn't work. Our sofa is no longer viable. It died a horrible death. I finished cleaning, showered and we headed to the NEX, mostly to get out of my house. So I would not have to look at my deformed sofa. The boys thought it was funny. (yeah, little do they know we are all eating spam for a year to pay for a new one). Not really, but close. I phoned P in dramatic fashion and told him our furniture was officially dead. No amount of screwing, nailing, or gluing was going to save our furniture.
P got off work, we dropped Quarterback off at baseball practice. Did I mention I am back to 6 am Saturday morning games? Shit! I hate 6 am. We head to the SAME furniture store we bought this junk at (it is the only store we have). Sure we could buy furniture out in town, but it is to small for us. Everything in Japan is smaller. We walked around, looking at, rubbing, flipping over, and sitting on every sofa I remotely liked, that did not say Ashley on it. We went back and forth about buying something. I was still trying to think of a way to save or crap sofa. Mostly because I did not want to have to pay for anything. I even thought we could live without furniture, P did not agree. In the end we decided on leather. It is brown (go figure). I tell P when we buy our house (that i am FOREVER talking about) I am putting a red letter sofa on top of a purple shag rug. That will be my great room. He says no, but it WILL happen. The moral of the story guys and gals DON'T clean your house! Just leave everything alone. You never know how much it will cost you in the end!