We finally broke down and ordered a new mattress this week. The old mattress came over on the Mayflower. I think it must have gotten wet during the journey over because it's flat on one side and has about as much bounce as a slab of salt pork.
We went to our local furnature store "to look". We tried a few mattresses and most of them felt quite nice. But it would not take much to be better than our current mattress. In fact we once slept on the hood of our out Plymouth Valiant and actually slept better than the bed we now sleep on. I decided to act, because there would have been blookshed at our house had I not done something to correct the sleeping situation. "You don't have to buy the mattress," Jilda said "This hip that is causing me pain each morning can probably replaced." Before we walked out of the furnature store we had spent enough money to buy a new mid-sized Chevy. We bought a Tempurpedic matress and foundation.
Jilda decided that we couldn't put our old sheets on the new mattress when it arrives. The old ones feel a little like they are made of burlap. She bought 300 thread count sheets I can say without hesitation that they feel good. If they come in this week, it will be like an early Christmas.
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