Separated at birth

The free bedframe I got matches the dresser so precisely that there is no other explanation.

::Sigh::…yesterday I had all this energy for moving, but today…there is none. By the way, I am moving. Not very far (about a 5 minute drive). So far, I am happy. Except now I am too lazy and energyless. Also: why does no one carry drawer liners? What is with that? The closest I’ve found has been contact paper. No, I don’t want to ruin by drawers by gluing paper to them, thanks. I simply want to line them with scented paper, purchased for that purpose. Is that so strange? Is that not something people do? I ended up buying wrapping paper and using that. Er…meaning, I bought the wrapping paper yesterday when I had the energy, and everything was moving. And, um. Now it’s sitting with all my clothes, asking me why I didn’t do it last night when I couldn’t sleep anyway and had the energy, but I couldn’t find a pair of scissors…

If…

If Snow White’s mother lived in the eighties, she might have wished for a child with lips as red lip candy, eyebrows as bushy as, er, bushes, shoulders so strong no shoulder pads were necessary…and (now we come to the point) hair as poufy as a dandelion tuft.

This last part is applicable. Anyone remember that moment in Firefly when River is freaked out by the shepherd’s hair? (Zoe: “River, honey, he’s putting the hair away now.”) Well…unless my hair is wet when I brush it, that is exactly what happens. It’s like I was born in the eighties, and my mom asked a fairy to my christening, and the fairy “blessed” me with The Hair That Never Needs To Be Teased.

Wait a second. Mom, you didn’t…?