I had the perfect pillow, but it’s gone now.
I can’t remember what happened to it.
I took it for granted most likely … and it slipped away from me.
Since then I’ve tortured myself with a long line of wannabes, fakes, no goods, frauds, almosters, not-even-closers, and poor substituters.
One day I will have the perfect pillow again … one day.
The perfect pillow is like a halo:
… once it’s floating around your head, it’s heavenly.
note: I spend a lot of time pillow fighting by myself these days.
double note: I’ve lived through the pillows and pilhighs of sleepless and sleepmore nights.
triple note: I’m glad I have the above photo … because doing a photo shoot with my extensive supply of crap pillows would be a bit disturbing.
(I’m sure the pillows in the windows are pillow sillky)
quadruple note: apologies for not being over at your blogs lately: I’m having problems concentrating lately … like those lazy oranges that don’t make it into frozen orange juice.
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Today 190
Today Mr. Pettit suggested reforms to expand my garden. I think I like his ideas:
I’ll keep you posted on all the implementing type stuff when it comes to fruition … or I have time to implefruition stuff.
I Am The Cheese 