I ended up in this furniture store one day late last week and now I spend almost every waking moment thinking about this one certain bed. I’m in need of a new mattress. The one I have feels like heaven the second you crawl in bed — but in about 3 hours, I’m wide awake and crawling out… my back feeling like it belongs to someone twice my age. The down pillow-tops (yes, there are pillow-tops on both sides of the mattress) makes it so high off the ground, I almost need a stepladder to get in. It’s like sleeping on this huge, fluffy, feather pillow. I’m thinking I need something like a sheet of steel instead.
So I walk in this furniture store to meet someone else to help pick out a couch and the second I’m inside, I walk like a zombie to the bed section of the store. The beady-eyed salesman spotted me right away. Mr. Beady Eyes immediately directed me to this fabulous (and fabulously expensive) set-up and instructed me to lie down. He clicked a remote control a few times and the pressure I was feeling in my back disappeared. For only a couple bucks a night, I would certainly be a new woman. A couple bucks a night, he explained… for the next 10 years! 10 years? Oh my.
I talked to Libby about this investment and her concern was primarily reference budgeting and monthly expenditures for treats and bacon.
On the plus side, it sure would be easier for the ole’ girl (HER — not me… ok, me too I guess) to get in bed at night. We’ve decided to read and investigate this whole new bed thing a little more before plopping down that much money. Because how on earth could I explain to this face that there’s no bacon in the house?
