Duvet is French for…

pain in the ass, at least in my very humble and pissed off opinion.

Okay, so I know that if you pay $25 for something at IKEA, it’s more than likely not top-of-the-heap quality. I understand that you get what you pay for. But, to have a minuscule slit across one end that makes it near impossible to stuff a down comforter through the blasted thing is just evil. Not to mention that their idea of king-sized and mine differ immeasurably. Are beds in Scandinavia that much smaller? Because if two people are trying to share a bed with an alleged king-sized duvet, one of them is gonna freeze their ass off.

*sigh*

And who’s sick idea was it to design a slipcover for a comforter? Hmm? What genius marketed *this* idea? “Yeah, I’ve got a great way to make even more money than ever – we sew two sheets together, leave a tiny slit, and tell people they have to buy an additional down comforter to stuff inside. We’ll make a fortune!”

Sadist bastards.

So, we’re gonna turn over the duvet to the dogs – literally. I think it’ll make a fine dog bed cover – or maybe even a slipcover for the recliner. Anything but what we bought the blasted thing for.  Maybe our Rat Terrier can figure it out.

Stupid is as stupid does

Okay, I just spent the past week two weeks painting our master bedroom and dressing area. For those who don’t know me well, let me explain why it took so long.

Back in 2002, I was diagnosed with degenerative disk disease in my lower back, as well as bipolar depression. Most people would realize that there are just some things that can’t be physically done, but am I one of those?

Hell, no.

I’m forty-five years old, in horrible physical shape, and for some stupid reason, think I can still do things like I did twenty years ago. Newsflash – I can’t. Or, I can, but spend days at a time wondering why I was so stupid.

Anyway, I’d spend a day prepping, priming, or painting, and then the following day or two trying to get over doing the work. Needless to say, what should have been a 2-day job quickly (or slowly) turned into a two-WEEK job.

Yesterday, I finally finished. Cue the ticker-tape parade! The bedroom looks fantastic.

This morning, I woke up with another brilliant idea – paint the sunroom!

Guess I’d better stock up on pain killers…or maybe a well-placed 2×4.

More as it happens.