Less Than Expected
Lacking anything better to do at work, I shopped on the Internet. We had more nurses than patients tonight.
Looking through comforter sets, I found some customer reviews posted on some of the sites. One person complained that although her duvet was lovely to look at, it was very thin. In fact, it was almost as thin as the sheets. She suggested putting a comforter under the duvet for warmth.
I have a better idea. How about putting the comforter inside of the duvet? A duvet is only as thick as the comforter that one stuffs inside.
Another person complained that the shams did not come stuffed. I could be wrong on this, but it's my understanding that if it comes already stuffed, it's called a pillow. If it needs to be stuffed, it's a sham. For businesses that believe the customer is always right, this must be frustrating.
On the subject of not getting what is expected, I finally got around to opening the care package my mom sent home with me after Thanksgiving. The foil contained nothing but turkey skin and small bits of dark meat. I was sad because I figured my mom had completely lost her mind. In her right mind, she would never give me something like that to eat.
There was a second container that appeared to hold the rest of the leftovers, like stuffing and potatoes. Inside there was sliced turkey breast. My mom hadn't lost her mind after all. She had sent home a treat for the dogs.
6 Comments:
What a thoughtful mom. I lost mine several years ago - I miss her most around the holidays.
Are you getting tired of your pretty white comforter already?
Until Annette came along, I had never heard of shams and duvets or the fact that I even needed them.
I'm sorry about your mom. I can't imagine how hard that must be.
The white duvet did not last. I got fed up with the muddy paw prints. After that, I got a tan one that didn't show dirt, but it was boring. Now I have a mulberry corduroy one, which I like, but for Spring, I want a lighter look. In case you were wondering, Spring starts right after Christmas here.
Alan, *sigh*. What would you do without women to teach you about shams and duvets? :)
You wrote recently about smelling smoke outside your home, and that you asked Lindsay to come outside and he indicated that he smelled smoke, too. I chuckled at that, but I guess I was having a senior moment, because I was thinking Lindsay was one of your dogs. With dogs named Murphy and Kelsey it seemed that Lindsay was one of them. Then I remembered who Lindsay was and felt foolish. :)
too funny about your mom's care package for the dogs. I bet they liked it. :)
Dave, Lindsay does fit in with my dog name theme and who better to ask than a dog if they smell smoke?
Lisa, it was gone in seconds. I should have known that my mom wouldn't forget the dogs.
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