What is so wrong about wanting a hamburger pattie mattress?
I’ve always been a believer that a girl should dream big.
So I was shocked at MHG’s response to my musings about Heaven. I simply mentioned that my Heaven would come complete with a mattress made of hamburger patties topped with a banana xango pillow and a cheese-stick blanket. To which MHG responded “well then I hope I don;t go to Heaven.”
Since when did my Heaven have anything to do with his?? Don’t I get a personally designed space in which the spirit of me gets to live out eternity? And shouldn’t that magical place be able to break all earthly conventions of bedroom furniture?
I sure hope so.
In fact, come to think of it, I’m not sure there’s room for ‘haters’ in my heaven…
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