I'd love to be able to just pack up all my stuff inside my furniture and stack it up on an ocean liner for a voyage.

Cardboard furniture would have been perfect in college. People would draw naughty things all over it and we could get in furniture fights without any trips to the hospital.

We always knew that all you need is Chair. Looks like the rest of the world is catching up.

Are those drawers full of even more knees? Perhaps you're branching out and getting a few elbows and thumb joints?

Be careful, if your kids don't know how to read yet, you're going to end up with some awful furniture and maybe some accidental creative swear words.

Now my husband's collection of odd-shaped crap will have a place to live where I don't have to look at it. You know, ski boots, tiny accordians, rusty handguns... dude stuff.

Living in a house carved of chocolate sounds like a melty, slippery, sticky, queasy-making dream. I'm willing to take one for the team and give it the old college try.