Ask yourself: When your Significant Other is sprawled out on the sofa, do you smile politely and say that you’re “perfectly fine standing,” even though you’re holding a warm cup of tea and a book and are seething with resentment inside about that fact that there is no where left to sit? Do you avoid inviting guests over because you don’t have the tush space to make everyone feel comfortable enough to overlook the fact that your canapés are kind of meh? Has the dog taken over the nook under the dining table for lack of a comfy cushion to rest its head?