Take Me Somewhere Else
So now I’m in a different bed than what I’m used to. It has occurred to me that I have never slept in anyone else’s bed in about twenty years now. To come to a hotel and crawl in between foreign sheets is a new experience. I’m accustomed to MY pillows and MY sheets. But now I am having a love affair with other bed linens.
Have you ever been to a Wyndham hotel? Their pillows are amazing! So I went online with a fervor to find where I can buy these cushions of bliss. And I found them! It turns out they’re $90 for two of them. That was a little more than I wanted to pay for a pillow. I wanted one to become a part of my sleeping ritual, I didn’t want to buy the company. But I suppose that a pillow is part of the bed ensemble for years. Really…$45 for this sort of comfort isn’t that high of a price. I guess we can take that money out of the grocery budget. We don’t have to eat dinner EVERY night, do we? We do, however, have to sleep every night. See how I figured logic into my impulse spending? I’ll eventually get what I want. I just have to convince myself it’s the right thing to do. It’s my world. Welcome to it. Just don’t use my $45 pillow.
Here’s where you can get the pillow (if you’re wanting one too!) I was actually going to steal one because, c’mon, people steal pillows from hotels all the time. But we read where this hotel charges $250 if you smoke in the room, and they charge you if you don’t pick up dog shit. I can just guess how much they’ll charge me for stealing the pillow. We came in – there was six pillows. When we leave there will be six. I’m not stealing one.
I’ll get Tim to steal me one!!