So, Andy was over this weekend, helping me clean my house (he even trimmed the cats' nails). At one point, we were in the computer room, and he wanted to see what the futon looked like stretched out. So he unfolded the futon, kind of looked at it, and asked if it was supposed to resemble a bed (this is a craptastic $150 Ikea futon we're talking about). I said that Rose slept on it for 6 months, and at that point, he reached down and pulled a big black bra out of the futon. I started laughing, because it definitely wasn't mine. I don't know why I didn't find it before, since the futon has been stretched out at least 2 or 3 times since the move. But I called Rose, laughing hysterically, and thanked her for once again leaving something questionable for me (or a male friend) to find.
I'm still greatly amused.