this is a well spun tale, for sure, but i get the feeling you’ve forgotten where it is you wanted to take us with it.  it ends with a sputter.  criticism aside, i too know the joys of a new mattress.  E and i spoiled ourselves with one a few years back.  after using for years a hand-me-down one from college that had been stuffed with hogs hair (who’s nasty little hairs would work through the lining and poke you at the most inopportune moment - or place), they are a real joy.

congrats on the mattress.
i was going to say something about the table, too, but then i read that bit about hog’s hair and got kind of weirded out and the former comment has left my head.  anyway, i hope this brings you a whole new world of sleep.  :)

congratulations are warmly appreciated.  And Pete, I think you’re on the right track but you might be going there backwards: the introduction and prefatory paragraphs don’t really lead in very well to the sort of point I was going for.  But whatever, it’s monday and I’m relaxed.  I’ll let the editors of my anthology wrestle with that one.

Oh fine leave it to me to deal with your “relaxed” writing in an effort to keep your reputation on the profitable side of the ledger sheet(heeeeeeee)! 

So I would like to know exactly what brand and model matress you got.  You know that we are in the market for one too...so I’m curious as to what is working for you folks.

it wouldn’t be the first time i was on the right track but going there backwards… :)

I can tell I’d love Big Frank, just from his picture.

We treated ourselves to a new kingsized bed last year, which meant every thing had to be bought to fit it. It was heaven and still is, sweet dreams.
My table was made for me by my Dad, it’s a bit worse for wear now and the kids can’t do their geometry homework on it.  I’m not looking forward to saying goodbye to it.  Every piece of furniture has it’s story.

God can stand being told by Professor Ayer and Marghanita Laski that He doesn’t exist. by poker chips