Today has been quite a day. I got new knitting needles, I just ordered our new bed, we bought an awesome new mattress, and I just saw a trailer for a movie called “Zombie Strippers.” There’s not much that could top all of that, yet I’m sitting here watching “Starship Troopers 3.” Admittedly, that’s not topping anything, but Southern Honey wanted to watch it…
We’ve been planning on getting a new bed for a while, but we waited until we had done our taxes so that the refund money is eventually going to be on the way. *grins* Now we’ll have a legitimate guest bed in the guest room. Makes me feel all grown up and stuff.
The downside to the new bed is that we upgraded to a king from a queen. Okay, so that’s not really a downside, but it does mean that in addition to the new bed frame, we need new bedding. Nothing we looked at today was even remotely appealing — it was all floral-y and granny-like — not our style at all. I hate this kind of shopping, too, even more than clothing shopping or anything else. Everything is expensive, and more often, everything looks the same. Any time you find something in a nifty color, it’s either $400 or has a horrid pattern on it.
On the bright side, we’re going to have a comfortable bed (well, more comfy than our current one) that has a built-in bookshelf and storage drawers. The one we ordered is this one, in espresso. I’d love to have a bright color scheme to give it some contrast, like a copper or bronze. Or even a purple (Southern Honey has actually given purple the green light, as it were). I don’t really want to do purple, though. The guest bathroom has purple, as does the kitchen.
Oh my god, this movie is so bad that I can’t type. I think my brain just imploded at the ridiculousness. I can’t even concentrate on happy thoughts of the new bed because it’s just so. damn. bad. I want the last hour and a half of my life back. The whole thing is just nauseating. Oh god, it’s so fucking bad. Please shoot me. At least the first one had Neil Patrick Harris. Now I understand what they mean about it being a good day to die — watching this movie is a form of torture that apparently can only end in death.
It’s finally over! I think I’m going to go to bed before I get any more behind for the day. Dear sweet merciful heavens…
Bed minus 8. *grins*