so much better than fruit of the loom

Lorelai: [upon entering the church] Would it kill God to dust?

oh yes, a random quote at the top. you know what this means. i love/hate/desire a material, tangible object or item!

this weekend, todd and i went to the green festival down at the exhibition center, and on a spur of the moment type thing, todd decided to buy sheets. but not just any sheets, organic pima cotton sheets from native cotton. and let me tell you, these are incredibly comfy. they breathe but keep me warm, and they don't smell funny. right now, i'm at work, but all i can think about is going home tonight and lying in bed while petting the cat, soaking up the luxurious feel of GMO-free and chemical-free cotton, and reading a book (right now, it's the second summer of the sisterhood, the follow-up to the sisterhood of the traveling pants. thank you, san francisco public library system). sigh. now, though, i have to be nice to these sheets. no spilling cookie crumbs in bed or washing them in red gatorade or using them as a blanket in golden gate park or accidentally leaving them at the laundromat (i miss you, deep purple body by victoria secret bra!). i'll have to protect these sheets with my life. but i'm not home all the time, so maybe i'll install some nifty anti-theft/tracking device on them. yeah, that's the answer.