Dear Bed

Dear Bed,

As  I recently blogged about here I really, really wanted a job.  Not that I don't enjoy being lazy all day (Maddie recently congratulated me on the fact that I was sitting in bed instead of laying in it), but now we have a conflict of interest.  You are supportive, comfortable, and always have my back, however the time has come for me to move on.  You're going nowhere and I have a busy job being the next Pam Beasley at a bustling cabinet shop.  It's been a great few months, I just have to say: It's not you.  It's me.