My name is Angie and I have a blue bottom.

It’s just a duvet cover, right? No. Not last night. Last night it was the straw that broke the kangaroo’s back. Big Apple Angie doesn’t cry often, but darnit, I loved that duvet and how it fit in perfectly with my beach-themed bedroom. It took me months to find it. Sob.sob.sob.
As we all know, joy comes in the morning, and I wasn’t nearly so stressed when I woke up. I’d accepted that my duvet had gone to a better place, and I was ready to move on to the next step in the grieving process… which apparently involved seeing my rear end in the mirror.
I had to laugh. I was wearing royal blue shorts, so I never noticed that in addition to my duvet, my rump was also bright blue. Oh well. Anybody seen any nice duvets lately?
2 comments:
Thank goodness you didn't wreck your blankie...
Ma
LOL ... On my first day of employement at Atlantic Richfield Oil & Gas, I arrived at the office - in shirt and tie - only to discover that a blue felt-tipped pen has exploded all over my white dress shirt pocket.
(I was late, my first day, b/c I had to run home and change shirts)!
Figured "late" was the "better" impression! :p
PS - Came looking for your Today coverage?
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