One little image from tumblr had me in full fantasy mode! I imagined a sweet, elderly man named Stewart bringing me a great book, a cocktail and a dozen chocolate chip cookies, and maybe a pie chaser.
I could lounge around on this bed, eating and drinking myself into oblivion!
I would ban words like "Carbohydrates" and "Spanx" and "Just Do It". (unless that could be modified to "Just Eat It")
I would proudly read People magazine.
I would wear a jaunty little pajama set with matching slippers - all day long.
I would wear a pink satan turban.