I’m spending the weekend with Grandma & Grandpa. B is part of the Mock Trial team at his school and the state competition is this weekend in San Jose and I didn’t want to fork out for a hotel room that would be surrounded by teenagers being loud (as they should be, they’re young!) at night.
Bed, I feel like I’m cheating on you with none of the fun. Last night was like being on the rack. I’m on a love seat sized sofa bed. It’s got a real mattress, not a thin pad like they used to have; but it’s like this bed was made for a midget. The pillows fall down a hidey-hole, my feet hang off the edge, and it’s just not you. You, with your perfectly molded shapes. And a head board. And a flat foundation. And pillows that don’t deflate.
I’m so sorry that I strayed! I can’t promise to never do it again, but I swear I’ll regret it every time I do.
See you tomorrow night,