Thank you, Matt, for making me laugh in the midst of a small crisis. An entry from his blog:
"...Kim grabbed a hold of the mattress and box spring, and heaved them up against the wall. Bluish fuzzies all over the bedframe. On the headboard against the wall, on the back of the bedside table. In the closet. On her formal gowns. Curious, I looked at the fuzzies under the microscope, and a chilling fear gripped me. They were in uniform. They had gotten themselves organized. They had declared war without telling us. The bedframe was our Pearl Harbor. Tuesday will live in infamy."
IT HAS BEEN FORETOLD
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I feel like bakers are trying to tell us something, you guys.
I'm just not sure WHAT.
Speak to me, Deadpan Penguin! *What is it?* What's wrong?
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