We bought a bed today, a soft one, a queen, which is by the way only 6 inches wider than a full, but felt a lot bigger in the mattress store. We’ve been intentionally hemorrhaging money – I saved up a bunch of money solely for the purpose of dumping it all into a bevy of purchases designed to dislodge any vestiges of my previous life. Money buys stuff, and stuff confuses you until you forget what you were looking for, or even who you were.
That’s why you also need lemon bars. This was from my mom, thank you very much Amy, lemon bars better than you’re MOM’s meatloaf. Notoriously fickle, Jen took a game shot at them and managed to nail the flavor exactly right. The crust maybe needed four more minutes and the top layer another minute, and yes, we need a sifter for the powdered sugar, but shoot, I knew where it came from the minute I inhaled the sweet sweet [sugar into my lungs] aroma of lemon bars wafting from the oven.
One of these days I might get around to giving a special Words review of Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s Prison Letters – until then, you have this from Goodreads.
I’m still deciding how much I like Dave Barry, who is about as far from Bonhoeffer as one can get. I loved the first three chapters of A Series of Unfortunate Events as well – then it was the same for 3 straight books and it got stale. Barry is clever and weird, let’s see how high he flies with that.
Words 
I’m so jealous. I’ve suffered through sharing a double bed for two years, young’un! What, just because you’re married you’ve earned the luxury of getting to sleep further apart?
I think it’s hilarious that two weeks into marriage you bought a bigger bed. Classic!
Married people should have to sleep in a twin bed together for at least the first year!
Wait — is it really only SIX INCHES wider, total? That’s kind of disappointing. We ourselves have been looking into upgrading to a queen, but now maybe we won’t bother.
So what happens to those of us who are still single but are already sleeping in a queen size bed?
We would have a King if we could get it up the stairs. It’s the key to marital bliss. (Amongst others…)