I'm sorry your life turned out so hard, Eugene.

So we went bed shopping the other day. We haven't had a new bed in 11 years and felt we deserved it. At least I felt that way. There were several nice ones there. I was really fond of a lighter colored poster bed. So I gave Casey the choice between the lighter colored bed and this darker one. He liked the darker. Fine with me so long as we get something new. They had to order the bed because they don't keep king-size things in stock. We were able to pick up the bed on Monday and had it set up by Monday night. That included taking back the first set of box springs that they sent us. Maybe it really was an accident that they gave us some cheap box springs and not the good ones that I ordered or maybe they thought that I just wouldn't notice. Anyway, I now have what i paid for. After all was set up and we were able to flop onto the bed and look around, I asked Casey "Why did you like this bed?" Of course, he didn't know why. Maybe it was the dark wood? After I got to really looking at the ornate details of the bed, I could tell why he liked it, even if he didn't notice. It looked like a bunch of little vaginas sat on some wood and left an imprint on it. While the bed really is pretty, when I think about it, I don't just call it our 'new bed' but instead I think of it like "vagina bed", "monkey bed", "so this is what it feels like to wake up inside a clit", "God, I slept in a vagina last night" and the list goes on.