This is a very humorous story about a woman who went shopping for a lamp and came home with a bear's head [ht Marla]. It is well-written and enjoyable. One brief excerpt:
I sort of understand this. One of the houses we bought had a bearskin rug in it. I wanted to specify that the rug be included with the house but Ms Eclectic wouldn't agree.I said, “Before we go any further, I just want to point out that this bear is literally 75% off. I mean, unless you have the body of the headless bear in the back, in which case I might be interested in purchasing it too” and then he wandered off in a bit of a daze. Victor shook his head and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, but in his defense it’s possible it was because he was looking at the pony chandelier because that shit was fucking dazzling. Then the salesman came back saying, “We would be so…so thrilled to let you have it for $75″ and I shouted “SOLD!” and then I was a little offended on Beartrums behalf because why were they so happy to get rid of him? Clearly I was saving him from people who did not appreciate him and probably didn’t even realize his name was Beartrum. This was a damn rescue.