Could a pretty pink collar and chain, securely shackled to the bedpost, become the latest craze for RBD sufferers? :O
Once upon a time, on an idyllic farm, the farmer's wife discovered that she was no longer as energetic or upbeat as was her wont. She took the horse and buggy to town to talk to her doctor. The doctor made her go to a "sleep clinic" for a "sleep study" where she spent the night being tortured by NOT sleeping. She was told that she had a strange disease that could only be helped by wearing a butt-ugly mask attached to a machine that spit out air into her face all night long. She cried. She kicked and screamed. "How, o how can I wear this thing to bed night after night? My husband will turn away in disgust!" Again she cried, this time into a phone to her friend. Her friend (a southern Princess in disguise) told her that she needed to think about her future if she did not use the machine. It might be a short one. As for the mask--"Why, darlin'! Just take that little ol' mask, add some sequins and feathers, wrap that ol' hose in Mardi Gras beads and sleep tight. You won't be using the dog-gone thing during "special times" anyway, bless your little heart." The farmer's wife did just that and they lived happily ever after. Mostly.
