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 I fell in love with the bed the minute Fred showed it to me. It was big, imposing and solid. It reminded me of my fiance, Tom, who, like the bed is big, imposing and solid. I knew I had to have it, but I also knew Tom needed to approve it. After all, he was going to sleep in it as well.

 I was brought up in a era where women wore dresses, gloves and hats to church and men wore jackets, ties and sometimes hats too.

 Someone very dear to me is living in the past. Not a conversation between us occurs without him remarking how much he longs for days gone by. 

Anyone who knows me–really knows me–knows that the red blood that courses through my veins is actually tinged with liberal doses of white and blue.