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My mattress and box spring have been resting on the floor ever since the crappy frame they came with collapsed under the stress of some rogering years ago. Stupid beds, you'd think that they'd be tested for rogering. Sleeping on a mattress and box spring resting on the floor has left me feeling somewhat not adult, but not so much that I have actually done anything about it.

My narratological research has shown that the perceived adventurousness of a pointless adventure strongly correlates to the length of its relation.

We got our first real bed with headboard last year. I can't tell you how much it's changed our lives!

I like those Globus chairs.

The fellows who came with my bed- and had been paid the extra money to assemble it upstairs "white glove delivery" - were pretty glum about actually doing it, and professed some surprise.
However, there were two of them, and they were burly. So I just kind of stared until they did it. I felt obliged to tip them, and later felt a mug for it, what with the huge extra payment and the surliness and whatnot. On the other hand, it's lovely. And I'm sleeping in it.

Oh god. Now I'm fearing for our new bed, which is going to be delivered any day now.

While yours is totally gorgeous and I love it, I'm dreaming of all the extra storage space afforded by our choice. I'm pretty sure I'm over-fantasizing how transformative it will be. But no box spring!

"rogered upon" is a phrasing that does elicit a genuine lol. As reward, here is your ASCII parts drawing:


The redfox -- illuminatrix of contemporary vocabulary to the benighted septuagenarian.

I've mentioned this recently in the Unfogged comments, I think, but if you're going to have a new baby and a new mattress at the same time, invest in a waterproof mattress cover. If you hadn't thought of this already, (which you likely had) you'll thank me.

Drew: But you are always so prompt about furnishing your abode!

Ray: I am delighted to hear that. I look forward to feeling that it was well worth the hassle.

David: Indeed, so do I. Globus for all.

Heebie: I'm sure it will be fine. Plus storage! (Did it come yet?)

Anil and Edward: It feels rather daring to use the verb "to roger" outside of the phrase "vigorous rogering". Just how non-vigorous can it be, I wonder, while still qualifying as rogering?

LB: One is indeed on our list, I think thanks to your very own recommendation.

Cocktail: 1 oz. sloe gin; 1 oz. Southern Comfort; 1 oz. Pol Roger Champagne -- The Sloe Comfortable Roger. L'Chaim!

#1: I have started making noises about buying a big kid bed. Justin would be content with a pile of blankets on the floor. We're getting no where fast.

#2: Ahhhh! The frog sucking bug! That's all I remember about that book and you managed to work it into a blog post. Brava!

Those ASCII parts are highly schematic, to the point that I'm not sure which is which.

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redfox is a small furry animal, but unfortunately not the sweet and adorable kind. she lives in an awfully large house with her black-bearded husband snarkout and marauding child jane.

see also: the hungry tiger

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