I am a picky person. I can't help it. It's not that I'm devasted because you changed your recipe for corn soufle, but really? Why mess with it?
I don't mean to blurt out, "What did you do to the soufle?" It just comes out. I'm inquisitive. Really. Best to tell me right up front if you're screwing around with my view of how the world should be. It'll go better for both of us. I can be a team player, but I like to get a heads-up about the plays.
Don't deliver furniture to me that has a scratch or nick. I didn't pay for scratched or nicked furniture, and I will look. I don't take anything that looks like a box has been retaped. Nope. "Go get me one from the back, please!" I'm polite, but I'm picky.
Don't change brands of sour cream. Only get the "right" brand of onion dip.
Don't leave my car empty. Or trash in it.
I can't order anything off the menu as-is.
Eventually Amazon will learn to stop sending me books with bent corners and hang-nail spines. Hate 'em. Won't keep 'em.
Where is all this leading? To a king-sized mattress. I told my husband to get a mattress. (Please, hold the guffaws until I'm finished. I know that was stupid...NOW.) He did. Only it was more of a 7-ply piece of birch marine grade plywood.
In the beginning I couldn't make it a whole night without decamping for the den and the recliner. He, who sleeps on his back, was snoozing like a baby and getting his best sleep ever. Meanwhile my spine was all out of whack from sleeping on my side. My bonny good nature was whacked too. Just ask hubby.
If I hadn't had to go out of town on business, I think there would have been bloodshed. (His.) But I did and got the most fabulous night's sleep. I'm sure the maid thought a bomb had gone off in the room because I tore everything apart the next morning to find out the magic combination of bedding. My bet was on the down featherbed. Ooh la and la. Don't let the word "feather" fool you here. We are talking "down." Fluffy scrumptious heaven in a bag. I called the manufacturer and had them ship that puppy ASAP and heck! Throw in a couple of down pillows.
I am now sleeping the sleep of the instantly gratified consumer. I am back in dreamland where the men are yummy and bon bons are necessary to survival. I highly recommend it. http://pacificcoast.com/
It's a tad rumple/lumpish when the bed is made up but it has that antique bed look. Sort of like puffy clouds.
How about you guys? What is indispensible to your sleep?
I don't mean to blurt out, "What did you do to the soufle?" It just comes out. I'm inquisitive. Really. Best to tell me right up front if you're screwing around with my view of how the world should be. It'll go better for both of us. I can be a team player, but I like to get a heads-up about the plays.
Don't deliver furniture to me that has a scratch or nick. I didn't pay for scratched or nicked furniture, and I will look. I don't take anything that looks like a box has been retaped. Nope. "Go get me one from the back, please!" I'm polite, but I'm picky.
Don't change brands of sour cream. Only get the "right" brand of onion dip.
Don't leave my car empty. Or trash in it.
I can't order anything off the menu as-is.
Eventually Amazon will learn to stop sending me books with bent corners and hang-nail spines. Hate 'em. Won't keep 'em.
Where is all this leading? To a king-sized mattress. I told my husband to get a mattress. (Please, hold the guffaws until I'm finished. I know that was stupid...NOW.) He did. Only it was more of a 7-ply piece of birch marine grade plywood.
In the beginning I couldn't make it a whole night without decamping for the den and the recliner. He, who sleeps on his back, was snoozing like a baby and getting his best sleep ever. Meanwhile my spine was all out of whack from sleeping on my side. My bonny good nature was whacked too. Just ask hubby.
If I hadn't had to go out of town on business, I think there would have been bloodshed. (His.) But I did and got the most fabulous night's sleep. I'm sure the maid thought a bomb had gone off in the room because I tore everything apart the next morning to find out the magic combination of bedding. My bet was on the down featherbed. Ooh la and la. Don't let the word "feather" fool you here. We are talking "down." Fluffy scrumptious heaven in a bag. I called the manufacturer and had them ship that puppy ASAP and heck! Throw in a couple of down pillows.
I am now sleeping the sleep of the instantly gratified consumer. I am back in dreamland where the men are yummy and bon bons are necessary to survival. I highly recommend it. http://pacificcoast.com/
It's a tad rumple/lumpish when the bed is made up but it has that antique bed look. Sort of like puffy clouds.
How about you guys? What is indispensible to your sleep?
