Do you love your bed?
I love my bed.
Some people don’t have beds. I’m thankful for mine.
As I wash my sheets and dream of sleeping in a newly-made bed tonight, I realize I probably spend too much time in bed. I’m a solid eight-hours a night kind of gal, mostly due to boredom and a flexible work schedule. Perhaps the washing of sheets will wash away the nightmares and dreams I’ve been having. [Last night I dreamed that I went to the dentist and had nine cavities. Then I was at McDonald’s and it took over an hour to get my fruit and walnut salad. Then there was something about a kidnapping; I don’t quite recall now which is probably best.]
Simplistic statement though it is – I love my bed. The end.
In other news, Paige and I saw Argo this afternoon. I feel more intelligent for it.
there's no place like gnome. 
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