We visited the exciting 1-800-MATTRES(S) showroom and bought a phat mattress on Saturday. This was after visiting the HomeLife store next door and not being helped. I love looking 7 shades of grubby when I'm prepared to drop some cash. The HomeLife people didn't even talk to me, but John at 1-800-MATTRES(S) not only filled our heads with Mattress Knowledge, he told me that I'm sexier as a blonde. As we were walking back to the car, we passed the loading door of HomeLife, where one of the clerks who had ignored me was enjoying a break. She felt the need to speak at us now, shouting unintelligible things as we went by.

Our Mattres(s) arrived promptly at 10 am yesterday and in less than 10 minutes those pros had brought the new one in, removed Andrea's crap-ass old one from the backyard (yes, I know what having indoor furniture in the yard means, that's why we had them haul it away!) and moved my futon to the front bedroom. It was a whirlwind of sleeping product activity that culiminated last night in a wonderful night of sleep on our bad-ass new bed.