Karen. Karen. KAREN!!!! And what do you have to say for yourself??? What is this supposed to mean? Now you are taking the bed apart??? What the hell is wrong with you, woman??? Is Chick-fil-a madness infectious??? I don’t know what to say. I have to call Jess the Pawyer pronto, this is out of control (“We are getting a new great bed, Char-Char, with temperature and firmness control, we can raise the head and the feet…”) The bed moves??? THE BLOODY BED IS GOING TO MOVE WHILE I AM IN IT???? JEEEEEEEESSS!!!!! !
