Mostly About the Tauntaun Sleeping Bag
When I was in high school, my blog was a split between the casually humorous MLIA moments of my day and the darkly humorous moments of being with my family. But now, my life is actually average, and I censor myself with respect to my family because as much as the casually corrosive words still affect me, my license to whine was revoked at eighteen. And when it’s not so average, I tend to tweet about it. So I feel like a blog post is simply duplicating content.
That’s a worthless explanation of why I don’t blog so much.
Anyway, onto the important things, holy fucking shit, my Tauntaun Sleeping Bag came!
IT CAME!!
I slept in it last night. First of all, it’s so plush and soft, you almost want to sleep on top of it rather than inside. The lightsaber zipper pull is plush and cute. I crawled inside and discovered the inner lining to be filled with glitterlights that flashed when you brushed your hand along it. I got scant little sleep last night.
Gravy was initially afraid of the tauntaun. She hopped on the bed and landed on it, to her surprise, and she jumped right back off. She approached it, sniffing, cautiously. She swatted at the lightsaber zipper pull, which quickly became a game. She nosed her way inside, then promptly fled. But by morning, she was curled up inside the bag with me, cozy and asleep.
It is a thing of beauty. Worth every penny.
