The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

bittie baby

all you need to know is: i'm buying bunk beds. and looking on ebay. whatever, don't judge me.

but maybe you should, bc first of all, there are bunk beds for sale and sim and i get so excited bc they're cheap. but then... we notice that the tag line is "bunk beds for bittie baby." BITTIE BABY. horrifying. and here's one of my favorite auctions (pls note accent and emily dickinson caps):

Hello,

We have for sell a set of Light Oak Bunk Bed w/ Bedding.

The Bunk Beds are real sturdy and Heavy. Comes with the

Blue and White Bedding which is reversable and was purchased

almost 2 years ago from walmart ( some wear). 1 sham and 2 cases are

not shown, but do come with it. It has some minor scratches that comes

with age and use. Has roll out slats, some broken but easy to repair.

It was bought to use as twin beds, when my father came in from Texas,

and now our youngest daughter moved out, and our Oldest is having our

first Grand Baby, and so we are converting the bedroom into a Nursery.

We No longer have need for the Bunk Bed.

If you should have any Questions please feel free to ask.

PICK UP ONLY!

Thanks for Checking my Auction Out.

God Bless!

2 comments:

mendacious said...

ooo it's a family saga unfolding before your eyes. it's like, who broke the slats! what happened with the father! why shams from walmart.

its really epic in all its implications. though that baby won't be a baby forever- and why is it staying with them! yet another torrid story to be sure!

Anonymous said...

totally. last night, weary and worn, it seemed beyond torrid even--the scratches on the bed frame gave me nightmares. that and mimosa chanting bittie baby in this really feathery, creepy, child voice.