Those that really are in prison will laugh at this post. Fortunately for me I don’t think they have internet access. ;-)
My prison is pink. It comes complete with cell phone, laptop with wireless internet, remote control, a cold glass of ice water, and various snacks. My prison is soft, it reclines, and its comfortable to sleep in. The problem is that I don’t always want to be in my prison. That is what makes it a prison.
This is actually my 2nd prison. My first was also pink and a bit larger. I originally bought it when I was single and I enjoyed sitting in my pink chair with the massage feature. But after a child or two the electric cord was lost and my chair no longer massaged, although that’s when I needed it most. Then after sitting it the chair for hours on end with a sleeping newborn or a pukey toddler. After cleaning the various bodily functions out of it and mickey mouse repair jobs in an effort to resurrect it, it was retired. A new pink prison was purchased. I cried. Yes, I mourned the loss of my original pink prison. The one I had nursed my 2 babies in. The chair that had been background to all the monthly infant photos.
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