One of the things I love about deep cleaning is finding a lost treasure. No I don't mean the men's sterile urine collection bag I found under the desk??? Or the half eaten pack of Juicy Fruit gum from 1994. Or the unopened stack of bills and bank statements from May 2007. (Oops, sorry creditors, that was a rough month). Or the petrified french fry that was inside a box that has never been unpacked since I moved here 2 years ago...
Today my friends, I found something I have been trying to find for the past 2 years. No, I am not talking about my sanity. That is long gone.
This morning, I found the second half of the electrical plug to my heated, vibrating, reading light on top, giant soft husband pillow. Yeah!
I am convinced this thing is better than a real human husband. Consider the following evidence:
My husband pillow:
- Cannot tell me that I look fat
- Is always supportive
- Is warm
- Lights up the room
- And, it Vibrates. Need I say more?
Excuse me now... I am going to read and vibrate; while cradled in the supportive arms of my husband pillow.
I rest my case.