In about three weeks, I'll be welcoming my brother Curtis, his wife Tina, and their younger daughter Chelsea as house guests. I haven't seen them in nearly sixteen years. I last saw them at my mother's funeral in December 1993.
Since my husband gave away the queen-sized bed that we'd had in the guest room (smart move, right?), we're having to purchase new furniture so people don't have to sleep on the sofa. It's not like we often get visitors, so I agree that we don't need the queen bed, but since visitors sometimes come in twos and threes rather than singly, we had to be prepared for every contingency. So we've purchased a day bed (see photo, keeping in mind that the hideous spread is not mine) with a trundle. Curtis is a very large person, but he's going to have to be content with sleeping on a twin mattress for a few days. I'm still trying to figure out what to do with their daughter. I'd like to get a fold-up cot, but that remains to be seen. She may wind up being the sofa-sleeper.
On unrelated news, I've been busy antagonizing pit bull owners. There was a story on the local tv coverage about how pit bulls don't deserve their bad reputation, and of course, many people jumped into the fray. Should I be surprised that the people who said that pit bulls should be exterminated as a species got a little backtalk, but I got it worse when I wrote (comment function on tv-station blog) that these dogs were so ugly that I could not imagine why anyone would want one? Go figure. What was not surprising in the least was the kind of commentary coming from the pro-pit bull folks. It was aggressive, mean, sometimes nearly illiterate. Certainly in the tone of gun freaks: "pry my gun from my cold dead fingers" crapola. I stand by the assertion I've made for both gun-control freaks and pit-bull owners
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