no, this isn't about sex.
sorry.
i'm currently dwelling at hrh's home, keeping an eye on things, saving on rent, waiting to be moved to denver. my things are in storage, most of hers are in the new house, and what is left--the occasional odd boxes and such, are here with me.
they took all of the beds, leaving me with two choices; a futon and a love sac. having reclined on said sac to watch tv, i chose it over the two. i'll be honest, i started on the futon, and after two hours of trying to sleep on a board, i moved.
the love sack is dipped in the middle, it's meant to allow you to lean back into it while you read or watch tv. it is not meant to be slept in unless you are under the age of 8, or a tiny adult who curls up while sleeping into a little ball.
i am neither.
i am a 5'7" woman who sleeps with two cats. i find myself waking up in odd positions my body has taken in the night to adjust to the dips and rises of the stuffing. i spend a good 10 minutes stretching and moaning about my back.
it is the worst bed i've ever slept on, and i'm the woman who slept on an inflatable bed in new york city for almost two years.
moral? if someone invites you to spend the night, and they utter the phrase, "i don't have an extra bed, but, i have a love sack!", leave immediately and find a hotel. even the bates hotel will be a better idea.
just remember not to take a shower there.
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I've got me a sac
And it sleeps about twenty
So c'mon and bring your jukebox money
I still have no idea what a "love sac." I suppose I should stop being lazy and Google the thing, though I'm afraid of the results, even with "safe search" on.
Should I overnight you my cot and 3" pad? They are as comfortable as a bed.
"no, this isn't about sex."
A guaranteed way to get me NOT to read on. :)
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