My parents dropped by yesterday on their way to take my youngest brother to school in Mississippi, and they brought me a bedroom set. I had one, but they wanted to trade - they get a bigger one for the guest room, I get a smaller one that can fit better in my apartment. The great thing is, my new bed is the Best Bed In The World. It's old, it's pretty, it's soft, it's tall, it's comfortable, it's the best. It has a decorative knob at the top that wobbles if you move around a lot. It's simultaneously endearing and annoying; I think I'll just keep the knob in the closet.
I admit it's also nice to have something to put my clothes in. But I'm really mostly excited about the Bed.
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