I was cleaning the kitchen (yeah, its all glamour around here) last night with the radio on, when the new Rihanna song came on.
Sorry, what? California King Bed? Really? A song about a bed?
But then I remembered about my trip to California last year (sigh, I think I need to go again soon) and the epic bed we had at the hotel in Palo Alto.
Oh that bed. So big (I lay on one side, Alex was on the other, and I couldn’t even kick him. I NEED THIS BED), so comfortable, so amazing. Perhaps RiRi has been staying at a Sheraton hotel lately and knows how awesome the “Sweet Sleeper” bed is. Or maybe she bought her own – yes, I looked it up, yes, the hotel chain sells their specially designed bed and linen and yes, if I had Ã¢â€šÂ¬3275 (THREE THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE EUROS WTF), there would be one on order to Bristol already.
OK Rihanna. I totally get where you’re coming from. Now, I just need to convince Alex that we need this bed in our lives.