Frame of Shame
I woke up in the middle of the night, picked up my laptop which was next to my head, and began writing. Not just editing my old work, which is what I have been doing lately, but writing! I had to put it on my Facebook timeline because I thought I would never be able to write again.
What is there to write about? Well...I recently bought a memory foam mattress and they're so expensive that I bought a twin size one. I figure that since I still sleep on the right side edge of the bed ever Andy and I shared one twelve years ago, the extra mattress is just wasted on me. What do I do when a guest comes over for dinner and subsequent sexual intercourse? Yeah, that really isn't an issue- I don't like sharing my Fruity Pebbles. (That isn't a euphemism.) Also, I'm pretty sure Nissan products cause impotency.
Because I'm more into frugality than sanity, I made a bed frame out of two broken bookshelves. It worked just fine until I rolled over one night and it collapsed. Now my mattress is on the floor while I figure out if the bed frame can be fixed with Gorilla Glue (spoiler alert- it can't.)