On Fluffy. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

I’m not sure if I’ve shared this anecdote. Fluffy is a down comforter Candi and I got around when we bought a bed. My dad didn’t think a full-size bed would fit in my room, which only motivated me to prove him wrong.

Ha.

HA! Take that, dad.

Candi named Fluffy. Seeing Candi snuggled up under Fluffy, with a silly smile on her face. Totally worth it. Who says money can’t buy happiness? And since the rest of this entry has been written, it must be noted that I still have Fluffy. She keeps me warm on the nights the weather dares act like Jersey. That, and I drop the thermostat at night.

Candi’s my ex-girlfriend I dated for five years. Let’s leave it at that. This was back in Jersey; starting to realize the dates of events don’t matter, more the era.

So, Fluffy.

This was her idea. I do not recommend you do this. Or, if you don’t, don’t do it more than once, or someone might catch on.

She had a friend who worked at JCPenney. We’d already picked out the comforter cover, and the comforter itself. Yeah, I hadn’t considered “comforter cover” until we did the shopping. So. We bought them.

And returned them.

Here’s the thing, employees can/could buy returned merchandise at a discount. We naturally spotted her friend funds to pay for it; forget if we tipped her. And we got Fluffy.

Saved....... I’d say $100? More or less. Maybe more.

Gosh. As I like to say, I don’t fuck dumb chicks. She’s such a smart woman.

Last updated December 29, 2020