in which we discuss bedclothes, packing, and other things almost certainly better left unsaid

After stitchinmyside's brilliant race and fabulous brunch, what was there to do but go shopping en masse? I mean, I guess we could have gone out and picked up litter from the race. ( Yet no. )

Several people had remarked that my flowered patchwork quilt and the FAUX LEATHER TAB CURTAIN were not in perfect harmony or even witty discord so much as sputtering incoherence. Bee was a notable exception, who saw the joy of the puritan and the libertine in one bed, and I thank her. However, I think it's fair to say that the new black-with-gold-stars spread, conjoined as it is with the red faux fur satin-lined throw and the FAUX LEATHER TAB CURTAIN, is ultra gothtastic.

As stitchinmyside said when she saw it, "Well, I think your bed's officially guest ready."

Indeed.

Speaking vaguely of which, ( I never did finish telling the story of the Girl's Night Out as a Boy. )

( And now more, perhaps, than you wanted to know about me. )

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*Of course I meant to say it like that.