You know the "parent" look? Well, there is a separate Chair Look, and Bob and Millie Pete certainly gave it to me when I got busted lounging back in their thrones.

"But D-a-a-a-d," I would beg.

Chair Look.

"M-o-o-o-m.  Just a few minutes more."

Chair Look.

The BEST negotiator in the world would never be able to separate my parents from their favorite furniture.

I inherited of few features from my Dad, and a few others from my Mom.  But I got the Chair Look from both of them.  That proved to be true a few weeks ago when my loving girlfriend got a chair.  Yes, one that is all my own.  At least that is how I understand it.

Katie is a fan of the estate sale.  Most weekends she and Mama Jo are scouring the dusty halls of metro Atlanta homes hoping to find something worthy of Antiques Roadshow.  We had recently talked about getting new living room furniture that would include personal loungers, so once she saw this leather barcalounger deal she had to take advantage of it.

It's one thing to buy it, but a completely different thing for her to try and sit in it.

"M-e-l-i-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-a," she begs.

Chair Look.

"H-o-n-e-y," she sighs in a high pitch.

Chair Look.

I think Mom and Dad would be proud.  But they STILL wouldn't let me sit in THEIR chairs even today.