How come there's no glass on the corner of the bed, is my question.
In other news, while shopping today, I noticed a thing posted by the register about how they're going to ask for my phone number, but I don't have to give it. So I was thrilled when what the girl actually asked was, "Can I get your phone number?" I just said "No." If she had said, "What's your phone number?" or something, I would have felt compelled to go into a whole song and dance.
Tempurpedic beds tend to suck you in, actually. I'd think jumping would require some effort (never having jumped on mine).
Scola jumping on his bed!!!! Too cute.
or something, I would have felt compelled to go into a whole song and dance.
I always just say "I'd rather not, thanks." Never had a hassle.
I wasn't so much jumping as I was oscillating.
I always just say "I'd rather not, thanks." Never had a hassle.
Well, sure, that would make sense. I could just feel the song-and-dance building up in my throat. Because I'm Like That Sometimes.
Is Hec moonlighting for Boston Magazine?
That yielded my first Donkey Laugh(TM) of the day.
Tom has the sofa I want . Not sure DH would go for it. and not sure it would work in my house...
Is Hec moonlighting for Boston Magazine?
Heh. They measure bite radius! They already have credibility with me. Too many chefs fail to factor in whether the sandwich will actually fit in the mouth when putting their assemblages together.
That yielded my first Donkey Laugh(TM) of the day.
::flaps imaginary donkey ears at Teppy like the rich guy who supplies the balance of cash for George Bailey::
I'm Spiderman.
As someone who is afraid of heights, I'm so. damn. proud of you, Sean.
Also, seeing Tom's furniture (lovely, by the way) makes me think two things:
- I wonder if I'll ever be grown up enough to get new furniture and have it delivered.
- I wonder if my apartment will ever be that clean.
Along those lines, I WANNA ROOMBA! I'm kind of afraid of scaring the cats too much, though. Also, I have a vacuum that works well, so I kinda don't have a good excuse for spending the money, except, I WANNA ROOMBA!