This comic doesn’t accurately reflect the horror and revulsion I feel when searching couch cushions. And actually it’s not so much that I can’t see my hands, it’s what I can feel — all the dirt and debris and weird bits of things that get wedged in there just…eeesh.

One of the unexpected side benefits of my being in a relationship is that my significant other apparently doesn’t mind. As such, she has no problem checking for my iPod in the couch while I stand back and cringe. Bonus! [November 14, 2011]