Mattresses, etc.

Last night, after dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Beef and the calf, I trotted off to Home Sense. The bed "situation", as I like to refer to it, was becoming dire. While I don't begrudge my free mattress and box spring (with or without the mouse poop), I do find myself caving into the centre quite a bit. It's annoying, and because I'm 30 this year I feel I'm qualified to admit it's also bad for my back (le sigh...)

I bought myself a mattress topper for $60. It's this big, poofy, faux-down pillow that I strap to the mattress. Add to that my mattress pad, freshly washed linen (which, I might add, my gramma gave me when I moved in to my apartment, and it comes from her trousseau so it's super old and a billion thread count and so lovely soft and crisp...), the fleece blanket my Aunt Margie made me some 10 years ago, and my new-from-Santy-Clause duvet, and I was actually giddy to get into bed last night.

Seriously. Giddy. I did a little "oooo" dance before I got in.

Totally worth the $60. Ohmygoshponies!!1!!! I woke up this morning in a giant cloud of mattress topper love. Even Bert was impressed when I let him in for a pre-shower snuggle. He burrowed in for his spoon a bit deeper, talking the whole time... "Meow meow meow." And if Bert agrees, it must be good. He's even cheaper than I am.