I think I just sold my couch to a cuckoo-head. It has actually vacated the premises (the couch and the maybe cuckoo-head) and I have a nervous pit in my stomach. If I could I’d insert those googly eyes that look to the left and right. I’m scared. I’m sad. Couch come back! My sweet and sassy elderly next door neighbor told me she might have a buyer for my couch. When the person got here she seemed pretty normal,…