Shopping for a new bed is a lot more fun than I remember in the past.
I'm also pining for sleep a lot more now than I once was so those two are probably related.
After rolling around on twenty-one naked mattress tops, Abby chose one with teddy bear faces quilted all over it. Good marketing, Mattress People.
Good mattress, too. It is a memory foam delicious specimen of sweet pillowy goodness.
I happen to know first-hand:
So do Sadie, Sparrow, and seventeen of Abby's closest stuffed allies.
Should've bought a locking doorknob instead.
Does anyone else wonder how I slept 8 cm away from dog foot?