| “I’m not a homeless person, I swear.” |
Many times Dale and I look at each other on our weekends sitting on our opposite couches, our hair sticking straight up, the same clothes on from the day before and laugh at what an exciting reality show we would be. This always cracks us up, I don’t know why but it does. I like that we both have the same kind of humor, its one of the things I love best about “us.”
Tonight would be one of those amusing shows, titled something like “Sandy gets a new pillow.”
I have always had “issues” and I guess you could say “obsessions” with my pillows. I’m not ashamed to say that as an adult I have flown with my bed pillow on an airplane. I have attempted to be an adult and fly solo (no pillow) but have almost felt like crying when I’ve tried every pillow at the hotel and none of them cut it. They are too hard, too soft and never just right. Are you quick enough reader, did you get the comparison to Goldilocks and the three bears? I’ve also got issues with only sleeping on the right side of the bed, but that’s a whole different story.
I wasn’t going to post this picture, but shit, its funny. We are at Bed Bath and Beyond and I didn’t know Dale was taking this picture. I wanted to try out the pillows and all the beds had like 100 decorative pillows on them.
Me: “Should I just get on the floor here to try them out?”
Dale: “If you want to”
Me: “Are you sure no one is coming?”
Dale: “Who cares if they are”
Me: “Hey don’t take a picture I look stupid”
Dale: “No you don’t!” (laughing)