Whenever I feel like I have the limpest stringiest hair on earth, I watch Game of Thrones and I feel better!
661. Eating contests
662. Dogs in purses
663. Sleep Number beds
Ditto except for Sleep Number beds.
#661 Especially don’t get.
It’s why I own VERY large dogs, so as not to be tempted to stick them in a purse and carry them around. So far it’s working.
I think you’d need one of those Marc Jacobs trailer-purses to carry anything anything larger than a puffball hound.
I had the opportunity to sleep on a sleep number bed last December. In a hotel. First just figuring out how to make it do something was a challenge. But I blame that on user incompetence, not on the bed. Then there was this disconcerting mattress cover. If you prefer a softer, less firm mattress, this cover takes on the distinct feeling of being a protective cover, in case one pees in bed. It is a bit rubbery and floppy and now I have just said things like “less firm, soft, rubbery and floppy” and THIS IS A FAMILY BLOG PEOPLE.
Anyway, I was not a fan. But one night might not be enough time to make an informed decision.
The only thing I can relate to about Sleep Number is when Mister Cupcake and I camp and we smoosh our sleeping pads up against each other and his is lower than mine because it has less air and mine is as firm as granite so it just leads to disorientation. But that’s just me.
I think it is EXACTLY like that. And it would be disorienting to all of a sudden in the middle of the night roll from your lofty and suitably inflated so as to protect your delicateness from rocks and assorted other objects whose sole purpose is to cause you physical discomfort and maim you for life side, down onto the ineffectually inflated side of your Mister. Like falling into a bowl of oatmeal.
We were at REI this past weekend, looking at racks for the kayaks and a LifeProof case for my iphone, and my Cooper required that we test out the tents. One had an inflated thingy and was color coordinated with the tent. ecause Because nothing will convince me faster that I want to go camping than color coordinated gear. I laid down on it. Cooper whistfully said “It’s comfy, right mommy???” hoping that I would deem it so and purchase a tent and bouncy inflatable mattresses and be ready to go camping that evening. I suggested that yes, it was quite comfy. If only the out of doors would be so cooperative as to be as flat and level as the floor of REI. We did not buy any camping gear. But now we can tote our kayaks around. COMPROMISE.
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