Something falls into the couch cushions and it’s gone, right? A little looking but then you would give up the ghost correct? Especially if it didn’t hold sentimental value. But for my husband? He goes on a quest into the bowels of the couch underbelly. Right in the middle of our movie. For almost an hour. And what for? Read all about it in “Couch Capades” on MGSpear.com.