I'M SITTING cross-legged on top of my husband's desk trying to talk seriously, which is difficult in this humbling position. Besides the desk chair, which Dan's in, the only other seating in his home office is the even more demeaning floor. I'm aiming to fix that.
"You need seating in here," I say.
"Why? Then people would think they were welcome," he says.
"You need a little sofa."
"I need a lot of things."
I've intruded into Dan's inner sanctum to discuss some home improvements. He knows these typically cost money and involve him, so you can imagine how thrilled he is. "I can solve your seating problem," I say.
"Your seating problem," he says.
"We could move the den sofa in here."
"What would people sit on in the den?"
"The den sofa is too small for the den, but would be perfect here." I wave my hand to the space opposite his desk.