It’s better than snow on christmas morning! Softer than a babies bottom! MY GOD, it’s better than chocolate!
Ok screw that, nothing is better than chocolate, and in reality I don’t know how soft a babies bottom is I’ve just been told but I don’t get how their bottoms can really be all that soft since they get things like diaper rash and they do have to wear diapers 24/7, except for when they are in the bath. Unless that is some type of unknown spa treatment that I don’t know about. No offence I don’t really want to try it.
Granted, I did when I was a wee tot, and more than likely we all will have to when were old and feeble. Diapers galore! Specialty spa treatments and soft bottoms for all!
That was not at all the point of this post, but hey welcome to the rambling mind of me!
So this thing I speak of that is better than chocolate, softer than a babes bottom (all theoretically) My bed. Garunteed you’re jealous you’re relationship isnt this good! we can spend days togdether and not yell or scream at each other. Ok well maybe the bed groans occasionally but it soon gets over it,
We have an agreement you see, I get to put my fuzzy blankets, teddy bears, and massive amounts of pillows for those over whelming days and I have to listen to the occasional creaks and sqeaks from the bed but we both deal with each other you see.
Just Another Day in Paradise. 