ColourQ #159; CASology #15 ~ Fun in the Night!

Good Morning Kids!  Happy Friday!

Don't tell my boss, but I was a very bad girl and stayed up too late last night making an UBERCAS card and writing my product review below.  I'm wearing two heads now, working and carding, and I'll be honest, it feels funny on my neck. 

My "need" to play led me to this week's ColourQ Challenge:

That is one tipsy-lookin' owl!

What perfect Halloween colors for more Halloween card fun with Halloween still down the road apiece, but I went in a different directory with the colors to hook up with the theme cue card this week at another fave:  CASology.  This is week #15 and the cue word is NIGHT. 

Besides the stars and the moon, which are the very best artistic things about the night, what popped in my head was a lone wolf howling at the moon:

I waited until this morning to post this so I could take a quick picture of the card in the sun, but it's time I trundled off to work and Mr. Sun hasn't yet come out from behind the clouds, so this will just have to do.

I hope you get a chance to join in the challenges and satisfy your need to play!

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That's the end of card talk, but before we get to today's story, please do celebrate with me the addition of two new followers!  Everyone please welcome Suzanne of Tales From My Craft Room and Zeffy of I Am Zeffy and I Love 2 Scrap!  Please give these talented crafters a visit when you can and thank you, ladies, for joining the party!!

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So, okay, speaking of the night.

A.

I've been a side sleeper my whole long life, and only on my right side. We all have our "way" of falling off to sleep and that's my way. The last couple of years, however, my knee points are wearing down, and I've developed the very annoying habit of turning onto my stomach at some point around dawn o'clock. 

So now when I wake up I find myself face down in my pillow, with my arms under me, crossed at the wrist. Think of a body in coffin.  Turn it over.  How dopey is that?  Both of my hands and my fourarms are completely numb. My face is bloated and wrinkled. (How I manage to breath in that position is a good question and I've been asked to be part of a Stanford study on Involuntarily Smothering Oneself.)

B.

 

I keep throwing my back out and it keeps coming home, but each time it seems to stay out longer and longer.   And I seem to be getting klutzier and klutzier.   No sooner did I get over a recent bad spell, but I missed the step going down to the garage and wrenched the shebang all over again. The same damn step that's been there, in the same damn spot, for the last 36 years!   And, no, your Honors, I had not been drinking. 

 

C.

 

I have Fibromyagony. It's a silent killer of sunny dispositions, but if you fall down often enough and throw your back out, it takes your mind off it.

Put them all together and one day you discover online that some genius has designed a Total Body Pillow (TBP)!!  What??!!

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(I used the company website picture, because of obvious issues I would have from being stalked by handsome men day in and day out if I used a picture of meself in my jams and jellies.)

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I think everyone is familiar with the "boyfriend pillow," which is a long bolster pillow you hug to help with back issues.  This TBP pillow was originally designed to help Fibro sufferers and you might could say it is a "Siamese boyfriend pillow" what with a bolster to hug and a bolster to spoon.  It covers all the bases.  Oh, hahaha, I didn't even realize for a second what I said.  Remember "bases" from school days?  But I digress.

I ordered one.  It seamingly was made just for me and I thought it would improve the quality of my life in more ways than one.  Not to mention my face.  It's puffy and wrinkled enough from the wear and tear of life (and Snickers), thank you very much.  It certainly doesn't need to be regularly smooshed into a pillow.  I'm thinking with this new contramption, I can break that offensive and life-threatening habit.

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The Mister was very encouraging and pleased that something might help me sleep better, even though it seemed designed to have the opposite affect on the quality of his life.   What a sweetie. 

Still, it was a bit larger than we expected!  When the box was cut open and the TBP popped out like a jack-in-the-box, Mister raised an eyebrow and said, sardonically:

"Are the four of us going to be able to fit in the bed?"

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He forgot about Mr. Froggie.  Here are Froggie, Fric, and Frac:
 

 

Not a lot of room for Mister!

 

Hmmm.

 

The first night was no fun, I won't lie. I woke up with a headache. I may be too old for this sort of thing. Mister said I was flailing around a lot and at one point I said out loud, in my sleep, "Did you keep the box?!"

We both agreed I should give it a week to be fair. The second night was no problem at all.  The third night was so-so, the fourth night was a total wrestling nightmare.  I woke up to find Mister on the floor with his little pillow. Oops.

Just kidding about the Mister, but not about the sleep experience with the Siamese Boyfriend Pillow.  That sucker is ridiculously huge and I can't give it a week!  It's going back.  I am going to see if there is a smaller one made in this style 'cause I do like the concept.  Even though we fought a lot, I never once tried to smoother myself!

Smoother myself?  Ladies, I'd be a bazillionnaire if I designed a pillow that would smoother us, wouldn't I?

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Enjoy your TGIFriday!   I know, you forgot all about my card by now, so I'll put a copy here to keep you from getting car pool tunnel, scrolling up and down.  As always, thank you for stopping by for a visit.   Special thanks to you if you take the time to join as a follower or leave a comment!

 

Paper:  SU! white, pear pizzaz

Stamp:  Nature Silhouettes

Ink:  SU! black, tangerine tango,

  and only orange
Nesties circle, cotton balls

SU! Simply Scored

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