After spending a good part of the morning tearing apart our bedroom, searching for a missing pillow, said pillow has suddenly been found-shoved under the bed. But, horrors!! Someone has molested the poor thing, its pretty dry clean only material show evidence of the brutal attack that occured. My poor, defenseless pillow was the victim of a sensless crime, and it happened under my very nose. I deduct that it happened while I was in the shower last night, just after discovering the mess in the office. This affair my husband is having with his hand is more serious than I thought, if hes coming mulitple times in such a short while.
I fear I am at the beginning of a sexless stretch for an unknown amount of time. No worries though, as I have plenty batteries stored away, and can always reminensce about romps of days past. As for my pillow. I hope she will be okay. A traumatic thing has happened to her. I only hope she doesn't let it ruin her life. I can tell you this though, I will not be the one seeking an answer to her battle wounds. I plan on giving that job to Rick, just as soon as he walks in the door. Should be interesting.