Our bed is horrible. I got a bonus at work and we decided it was time to spend it on our comfort and hope that it might improve our sleep experience. On Saturday I told Boobah we were going to go buy a new mattress when we went to pick up PDQ from a birthday party. And only as a four year old could put it we had the following conversation:
Me: We're going to buy a new bed after we pick up PDQ.
Boobah: Why do you need a new bed?
Me: Because ours stinks!
Boobah: Oh, that is because Daddy farts in it all the time!
So now GMan and I await our new Tempurpedic bed. Funny how once the decision was made the old bed is even MORE uncomfortable. I am counting the days until the spring quits jabbing me in the hip.