Relationships are complex things. There is give and take. Ebb and flow. Taking off a mattress. Putting that super heavy mattress back on. That's right. I am giving THE ONE three more days to win me over. I am going to try a fatter pillow. There are lots of factors involved. I want John to be happy. We get bored on Sunday afternoons. We have to return THE ONE to Albuquerque (this is the main reason). I am indecisive and somewhat kooky (this is the REAL main reason).
Honestly, my fickle affection wouldn't be so bad if THE ONE didn't weigh like 14,000 pounds. I think that memory foam is made of lead. Hank was John's partner in pain as they lugged that sucker around. Well, I guess the fact that John already repacked THE ONE in it's box kinda added to the 'drag factor' too. He did a really great job packing it up last night-very thorough. This gives some insight into what my dear, sweet husband has to deal with on a daily basis. Anyone that has to manage me and keep me happy (which John does SO well) is going straight to heaven (I'm such a good wife-getting him to heaven and all)!! I almost named this post: John is a poor, poor b****rd.