I thought I would be a lot sadder to see my wonderful wrought iron bed exit my apartment yesterday, but alas, I was wrong. I was actually glad to see it go. I realized that I had spent wayyyyy too much time in it last year and it was surprisingly therapeutic to see it walk out the door. The only trepidation I experienced was as to attempting to sleep on a twin sized bed. I was not uncomfortable, just afraid I might roll off. Poor Miss Kitty, every time I rolled over, she did roll off the bed. I felt her sleeping at my feet for a while but she was gone, as usual, when I woke up. She knows something is up, and she is NOT happy about it.
The couch is supposed to leave this morning and I must say I will be glad to see it go.
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The random rants and intellectual insights of a chemically induced menopausal woman who survived breast cancer
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At least Miss Kitty's new roomies will be of the 2-legged variety. LOL.
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