So I pretty much dedicated yesterday to convincing the queen of wind whistling thru her head that she really needed a more orthopedic cushion for her chair. (as opposed to a lumpy bed pillow). i seriously doubt if she sat on it for more than 5 minutes and shes taking it back to the store. just to avoid arguing with me shes encased a similarly sized cushion and placed it in her chair. When she dies from pressure sores and a broken spine I'm going to call up her casket land line and, i don't know yet, just fart in the phone receiver and hang up probably.

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