When my husband and I divided up a decade's worth of belongings -- basically everything either of us had owned since we met in college -- he took our bed. I really didn't want it.
And I've been sleeping on a mattress on the floor ever since.
But this weekend, for my birthday, my mother is bringing me my great grandmother's bed, and so for the first time in three years I will have a real, honest-to-goodness bed of my own, off the floor.
I'm psyched. It's about time.
Friday
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3 comments:
Enjoy that bed!
How's the new bed working out?
It seems to be working out pretty well so far.
-Katie
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