Thursday, January 17, 2008

Super Pillow!

Yesterday, Tony and I went to the biggest discount store in Kerrville, to pick up a few supplies. We took our cell phones with us, so we could shop separately, but still be able to find each other. We do this everytime that we go there.

While Tony was over in the sports section, checking out flashlights, I wandered over to the nearby bedding and linens department—to discover the Perfect Pillow—by accident!

The PP was enclosed in a fancy red and black box, sitting up on top of a shelf, which literally caught my eye, but fortunately, because I was wearing my wire rim glasses—there was no harm done to my poor vision.

Feeling that this must be a sign, I stopped, picked up the fallen PP from the floor, and began to read the literature on the box, about this special pillow. The makers of the PP claimed that this PP was made of some kind of space age, Kryptonite memory foam! The more I read—the more I was sold on buying this priceless pillow—for only $18.00!

I was so thrilled about buying my PP, I phoned Tony to tell him about my find! There was poor reception inside the store, but I was able to find out that he was over in Electronics, so I hung up on him, put my precious PP in the cart, and then racewalked over to Electronics to find him.

After telling Tony all about my incredible pillow—he was happy for me, but he didn’t want one because he didn’t trust the Kryptonite.

When we came home, I quickly freed the PP from its box, and took it straight to the bed, and tested it! “Oh my gosh, Tony!” I hollered from the bedroom. “This pillow is fantastic! You’ve got to come try it!”

Tony came into the bedroom, and tested it. “The instructions say,” I said. “Warning: this pillow can never be washed or put out in direct sunlight or exposed to heat...”

Tony jumped off the bed immediately! “What?”

“I can wash its pillow cover, but not the pillow itself.”

Last night, when we went to bed, I found Karma, my not-so-little, rescued wannabe Boston Terrier, curled up—sleeping on top of my PP! Not wanting to wake her, I was only able to use a corner of the PP—but it felt good on my cheek.

During the night, I kept waking up, because Karma kept kicking me in the face—trying to make me get off of my PP—so I did, because she can be a real you-know-what.

This morning, when I woke up at 6:00, Karma was peaceably, sleeping soundly on my PP, and I had a stiff neck, felt sleep deprived— and disappointed in no memory improvement.

Karma loves my PP so much, that she wouldn’t get off of it, until after I had done the ‘Harley Show’ at 7:45! She has spent most of the day on top of my PP, and has only left it, to go outside to take care of business.

I’m dreading going to bed, later tonight. I love my PP. Karma loves my PP, and Tony seems scared of it! Oh well, nothing’s perfect.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

hey nancy, is Bocephus still with you out there? My son Noah misses him terribly and wanted just to see if he was still there to come tell him hello sometime soon.

Simply Cindy Lou said...

I know what it's like to have your pillow taken by a sleeping Boston Terrier. My problem is not the kicking but every time he wakes up he has to kiss me which wakes me up spoiling my perfect dreams which happens several times a night. This is not even my Boston Meatball belongs to my daughter in law but he insists on sleeping with me. Then there is the Boston by my left side that insists on being right up against me. If Domino is not touching me he will get up and move until he is up against me. Now should I mention the Boston on the left side that groans when I move because Mickey is old and cranky? There are times he insist that I cuddle with him holding on to his fur covered body or he will moan as if he is about to die. It doesn’t matter I don't think I could get a bit of sleep if they were not there at my side. I'd give up bits and pieces of sleep every night for the rest of my life just to repay a little of the devotion I get from them all.
I love your PP story Nancy you’re such a hoot and I love the name Karma.