The Colossal Comforter Caper

Got up bright and early this morning – a woman on a mission.  I was on my way home!  Time to get the heck out of that hotel that we’ve been living in for a month.  I was just sick and tired of it.  Why, do you know that EVERY morning I threw my used towel on the bathroom floor and somebody came in and whisked it away and replaced it with a clean one?  Sometimes I threw MULTIPLE dirty towels on the floor – just to see if the towel elf could handle it.

NOT ONLY THAT – but no matter how mussed up my dear pup Cassidy and I left the bed every morning, a linen elf came in and snugged it all up right again.  And the very same thing happened in Chickie’s bedroom as well!  (we were in a wonderful suite which had 2 bedrooms, 2 baths and living and kitchen areas)

And the food!  Oh my.  Each and every morning I went downstairs to choose from such a paltry selection of breakfast foods.  I could have eggs, biscuits, sausage, sausage gravy, French toast, waffles, oatmeal, fresh fruit, yogurt, cereal, Danish, cinnamon rolls, muffins, bagels, toast or English muffins.  Every morning.  All prepared for me.  Can you imagine?  The evenings were worse!  Beer or wine every weekday evening from 5-7, along with chips, crackers, cheese, carrots, celery, dips, dressing, etc.  Boy was I roughing it!

As for darling doe-eyed Cassidy…poor puppy had a hard life living there in the hotel as well.  The first few days, while he was getting used to his new temporary digs (And being in the crate where he had to stay while we were away during the day) the chief building engineer would come in and sit with him on the floor and talk to him.  And when he tipped over his water, the maids cleaned it up and poured him fresh water.  Not only that, but those crazy people even volunteered to walk him midday.

So you can see why I was so anxious to leave such a place, right? 

The ‘disaster’ guys worked all morning to empty the POD that was sitting in my driveway.  My entire house was packed into a POD.  And somewhere in the midst of all that my new bed was delivered.  Daddy dearest arrived and immediately set to mowing the lawn.  Then Sis showed up and we went off to buy new linens for my new bed.  It should have been a quick trip, I thought.  HAH!  Just goes to show you what I know.

I thought maybe one of those BEDINABAG ensembles would be just the ticket.  Not too expensive and not too long term.  Store Number One:  I can’t believe they pay people to come up with such exceptionally ugly fabrics.  Out of the 20 or so ensembles available, I couldn’t find one I would wish on my worst enemy. (well… there was this ONE Horrible leopardish sort of print that I considered sending to Dubya……)  Store Number TWO:  A much more fun store as a whole, but really, why would I spend THAT much money on a comforter set because it says TRADING SPACES on the label?  I mean, really, I could get 4 pairs of great shoes for that much money!  Did somebody say shoes?

Ahem.  3 pairs of shoes later…and we’re at store number THREE.  I found something and was rounding up all the pieces/parts – when I realized that I didn’t even like it!  It was different from the  other sets…not better, just horrible in a different way.  Fancy that.

Store number FOUR was the magic store.  I found a perfectly wonderful set in a matter of minutes.  I ran home and Chickie helped me make up the bed.  It’s awesome…but there is one wee problem.  Cassidy, the big goofy puppy, keeps sliding off of it and onto the floor.<SPAN style="m

so-spacerun: yes”>  Then he looks at me very indignantly, as if I had something to do with his rather undignified fall from the bed. 

With my luscious new bed set, all I need is to paint my room and get some new furniture….

Hey!  I Have some butt-kickin’ gorgeous wood floors!!  How ‘bout THEM apples?!??!!!!  (thank heavens it’s a lot easier to pick out wood than to pick out a a comforter!!!!)