I love my bedspread; but I think it's out to get me. It's old and the white is not so white and the tufts comprising the pattern are more worn off than on. And I somehow inhale these tiny puffs all night long. I wake up coughing like a three pack a day smoker. No fair! I can feel the fuzzy stuff back on the roof of my mouth and have to make myself gag to get it off. Yuck!
(much swankier than mine)
But I just can't part with it. I purchased it years ago from an online company in Vermont. This place specialized in old fashioned items and I was on a kick. Also I never had a bedspread as a child and this was the one I always wanted. Ah! Back in the days when I could indulge some desires. Maybe that's why I keep the damn thing. Remembrance of things past.
And while I'm on the subject of my imminent murder: What the hell is up with these damn flies???!!! I bag up all my garbage. I cover the dirty laundry hamper. I close the lid. (Well, not always.) I wipe down the counters and I wash my dishes. So what the freakin' freak? Where do they come from? I got nothin' for ya, ya damn hideous insects! Be freakin' gone!!!
That is all. Cooler weather and a J-O-B pretty please!!!
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