I think this obsession stems from one of the places I lived in college. When we moved in, the place was totally dirty (shocking for BYU approved housing, NOT!) So, we got to cleaning. We took the cushions off the couch to vacuum out the crumbs and found an entire donut (hard as a rock). How do you lose an entire donut in the couch and not realize it? Ga-ross
(Chrissy, do you remember that or am I completely nuts?)
Thankfully I found way less disgusting things in my couch last time I took the cushions off.
I think what you find in your couch says a lot about a family. What do you find?