So,
Rob and I had a twin peaks marathon this weekend.
At one
point we decided to have an intermission. The fun kind.
We moved
into the bedroom. I lit a candle. I then took the pink Hello Kitty comforter
off the bed. We began to kiss. Rob unbuttoned my Eeyore pajama tops. I
leaned back on the Pokemon pillow, Pikachu staring out at us, as we consecrated
our love.
Holy
shit!
Suddenly
it all pieced together.
It was
the pillow that did it to me.
I tried
very hard not to think about it. I tried so hard not to think of
Pikachu that I had an image of Hello Kitty flash through my brain. Oh fuck
this is just bad.
Afterwards,
I turned to Rob and said" Honey? Do you ever think our bedroom is starting
to resemble a little kid's room?"
He did.
He tried not to think about it. And was at least as creeped out by the
thing as me.
I changed
out of the damned pajamas. I put on a black, oversized tee shirt and some
black cotton leggings. These are my pajamas now. We are trading in the
comforter for a black, furry one. The Pokemon pillow will be replaced by
a black velvet one.
I am
all for collecting things. I love anime and I think the Japanese are geniuses.
But
let's face it, there's a limit. And we have crossed it.
I'm
sorry if this is too much information, but the title should have been warning
enough, you closet voyeur.
Now,
off to Linens and Things...
january
pontifications