I'm a bad, bad blogger. And diarist. I do remember taking loads of pictures on my Iphone over the weekend to post, but I never got around to downloading them off said Iphone to my laptop. This is why I'll never get around to writing the next great American novel. Which might be a good thing, because my fiction tends to be random. And very naughty.
Did some home shopping yesterday afternoon, and bought new sheets for the bed. Ahhh, the novelty of satin-like sheets with pillow cases to match, all slippery and shiny dark brown like ripples of bittersweet chocolate. And I bought them from Ross for $12, score! All was fine and dandy til I tried to sleep and found my pillows constantly sliding from underneath my head every time I laid on them. *grumbles*
At least the pillows I bought for the couch were a better decision.