On the left there is my late Granny Jones... She had a large green couch that had a hide-a-bed in it. When I was little, anytime, like Christmas, or for whatever reason we would spend the night there, often our Aunt Teannie, and cousin Terry were there too. She lived in a little three bedroom 12 wide trailer. There was one bedroom built on, so who ever slept on the couch, in the front room, and in the built on, were all about 10 ft from each other. We would lay there at night when we were supposed to be going to sleep, and talk. It is one of my fondest memories of Granny Jones, and her house. Now that she is gone, I cherish it.
Last year my sister and I decided for our mom's birthday, we would have a spend the night party. So, we each got sitters (husbands... grin) and went back "home" for the night. It is the house I grew up in, and Shannon lived there from the time she was four. It was the first time in 18 years we had both been home for a night. It was so much fun we decided to make it a tradition. This year, we were about to go to sleep, and we were laying in the living room talking, and it reminded me of Granny Jones house, so I started calling it Green Couch Night, in Granny Jones' memory.