I thought that I would take Tasha's comment and run with it. Getting rid of the old sofa IS the end of an era. It was a good ol' couch. It withstood many a day and night of rough-housing.
That's Tasha's husband, standing on the arm and the back of my couch. I remember that night, I think it was roughly midnight or so when I took this picture. It's so much fun to have close friends. You know, friends that feel comfortable standing on your couch...with their shoes on! Love you, Scotty!!
No, really, there was nothing you could do to this thing that would hurt it!