I purchased two giant rugs on Amazon (which does not exist in Belgium, similar to living on the moon) and folded them up and shipped them across the ocean when I was in the USA a few weeks ago. One rug was for the living room, the other for the bedroom. In other words, I purchased rugs for our entire home.
The rugs are gigantic: 13x10 feet. I did not tell Arnaud about my purchase, and surprised him speechless (in Belgium and France owning a rug of this size is a pipe dream...) When he saw what the box contained he just went silent, stunned. It took him about an hour to believe that I had not spent all of our money and gone into horrible debt and sold my body a few times in order to buy them. (They were 250$ each... WHAT? SERIOUSLY! I think they were probably stolen from a palace and sold on the black market at a 99 percent discount - or perhaps purchased through shady, unethical means and resold on Amazon.com to Americans with no import laws... nah, that last one is just too crazy). We have been doing somersaults and walking barefoot ever since.
When we woke up this morning Arnaud rolled over, hugged me and said, "Waking up on this new rug makes me feel like Ella Donne."
"Say what?" I responded, picturing a demure, 1940's jazz singer.
"Waking up on this new rug makes me feel like Ella Donne," he unhelpfully repeated.
"WHO??" I asked again, having absolutely no idea who Ella Donne was or is or thought herself to be.
"Ella, Donne. Ella Donne. You know!! I know you loved him too! When you were a child you loved him!"
By this point I was about to scream.
"Ella Donne is a MAN?" I cried, "I definitely do not know who that is or LOVE him!"
But turns out I did; he was saying Aladdin.
When I finally understood I proceeded to perform, "A Whole New World" in its entirety.
I definitely do love Ella Donne. We might watch it tonight... on our new rug, bien sûr.
The rugs are gigantic: 13x10 feet. I did not tell Arnaud about my purchase, and surprised him speechless (in Belgium and France owning a rug of this size is a pipe dream...) When he saw what the box contained he just went silent, stunned. It took him about an hour to believe that I had not spent all of our money and gone into horrible debt and sold my body a few times in order to buy them. (They were 250$ each... WHAT? SERIOUSLY! I think they were probably stolen from a palace and sold on the black market at a 99 percent discount - or perhaps purchased through shady, unethical means and resold on Amazon.com to Americans with no import laws... nah, that last one is just too crazy). We have been doing somersaults and walking barefoot ever since.
When we woke up this morning Arnaud rolled over, hugged me and said, "Waking up on this new rug makes me feel like Ella Donne."
"Say what?" I responded, picturing a demure, 1940's jazz singer.
"Waking up on this new rug makes me feel like Ella Donne," he unhelpfully repeated.
"WHO??" I asked again, having absolutely no idea who Ella Donne was or is or thought herself to be.
"Ella, Donne. Ella Donne. You know!! I know you loved him too! When you were a child you loved him!"
By this point I was about to scream.
"Ella Donne is a MAN?" I cried, "I definitely do not know who that is or LOVE him!"
But turns out I did; he was saying Aladdin.
When I finally understood I proceeded to perform, "A Whole New World" in its entirety.
I definitely do love Ella Donne. We might watch it tonight... on our new rug, bien sûr.
Ella Donne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! poop my pants and call me ella donne, that is HILARIOUS!!!
Posted by: Ploughyourownfurrow.wordpress.com | April 01, 2013 at 04:07 PM