Today is Bed Swap Day at Howdygram headquarters, and I’m waiting for Mattress Firm as I write this post. When we checked with our salesman last night he said the truck would be here between 4 and 7 p.m. to haul away our defective Beautyrest and deliver the new Posturepedic we picked out on Thursday. So far so good, but with one exception … SAM IS AT WORK TODAY. This is an “on call” weekend for him, and after vaulting out of bed to answer pages and emails every hour all night long he finally just got dressed at 7 this morning and shlepped downtown to the office. And he’s been there ever since.
I’m in charge of everything here at home while Sam is gone, which so far has included reheating leftover chicken chow mein for lunch, emptying our kitchen garbage can, stripping the quilt and linens off our outgoing Beautyrest, napping through an episode of “Antiques Roadshow” and, whenever the doorbell rings, supervising all activities involving Mattress Firm. At the moment I’m attempting to tumble dry the wrinkles out of our new bedskirt — for the third time — with no success whatsoever. The stupid thing has creases so deep I think they’re sewn into the fabric. Guess you could say I’m
livin’ la vida loca, but please don’t be jealous.
On another subject altogether, please allow me to share the following Rick Perry cartoon for your possible interest.
Please believe that I’m not alone in my disdain for this screwball because I have yet to find anybody in the state of Texas who doesn’t think Rick Perry is a self-righteous bimbo, as evidenced by an ongoing flood of editorials and commentary in the
Dallas Morning News, the
Texas Monthly, the
Houston Chronicle and the
Dallas Observer.
Oy, I’m hungry. Thanks for stopping by.
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