I love my bed. My king-sized, memory foam, soft bed. It's covered with my white Pottery Barn coverlet which I bought to match my quilts. I love my bed.
My jacked up bed.
My broke down bed.
My ghetto bed.
My hot mess of a bed.
Why? Why would I talk about my bed in such a disrespectful way? Because...well, look!
Look closer. Do you see it? The cinder block and the piece of wood? My lovely bed broke. And not on my side...so no cracks about my weight! It broke and I don't think it can be fixed...but maybe the part of the frame replaced? In the meantime, I fixed it...ghetto or not!
***Note to my "Anonymous Readers", i.e. my family. I love that you read my blog. But...it would be nice if you occasionally wrote a comment. You can do so anonymously and without having a blog. What you do is: Comment (something nice!) and sign it.
Need examples? Okay, I can call you out...
Your loving brother (you know who you are!)
Love, Aunt "Sue"
To my favorite child, Love from your Mother
Love ya, Cousin Jethro
Your Nephew, Slick
Your Sister-in-Law, Sweetie
Your Daughter/Son (Again...you know who you are!)
From your BFF, Sassy
I would love to know when you read it! Just sayin'! Thanks! Love you!