The Magic Bed

We’ve gone and done it – and we haven’t even hit 62 yet!

That’s right folks.  My husband and I have invested in a Serta-Temperpedic-like gel foam mattress on an “adjustable frame.”

A hospital bed, really, only with a “massage” function.

I used to think our old bed was pretty swell, but boy was I wrong.  And I used to think that lying down flat on a bed, with only a pillow (or 3) around your head was comfy.  Wrong again.

With our new bed, it’s possible to elevate your legs, which might be useful if either of us ever gets diabetes or has a heart issue. And as soon as the clock strikes 9pm, I’m raring to get upstairs… to watch TV, or read a book, or even…sleep.  With my handy dandy wireless controller by my side, I can elevate into a sitting position, have my feet elevated, get the vibration of a massage and watch MSNBC Talking Heads, all at the same time.

Advanced Sleep Technology.  I love it.

Then there’s the mattress itself: it just conforms to your body.  I’m a bounce-arounder, and none of that is necessary, I swear to god!  My husband is like a new man, as a result:  He’s actually sleeping through the night despite me.  Plus the mattress stays a nice, comfortable temp too.

My only problem…the only thing I’m truly afraid of…is that we’ll become like the grandparents in Willy Wonka:  One day, we’ll just decide to stay in bed.  Forever.

I’m only kidding.  Really.  Kinda. 

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.