You spend your whole life thinking you love something and then one day BAM!! you realize that there was something better out there all the time and you know in your heart that your life will never be the same again. I can’t even begin to think about all the years I wasted with the wrong one… the wrong cracker that is. I have to tell you that I am by no means a brand snob. There are very few name brands that I insist on but there are certain products that you’ll only buy a specific brand because frankly the other brands are just sub-par. For instance, I am a Heinz girl. No ifs, ands, or buts about it… it has to be Heinz ketchup. Thank goodness my ketchup eating machine of a husband agrees Heinz is the only real ketchup (I’m not sure I could have married him otherwise.)
So if you asked me three weeks ago, I would have assured you that I was a Ritz cracker girl for life… there was no possible chance of me changing. But then Publix had Toll House crackers on sale and I may or may not have thought to myself I have one box of Ritz left that I can ration while letting Tim eat the Toll House (living the truth people, living the truth!) So I bought four boxes and quietly put them in the cabinet where Tim would see them. Once my hidden stash of Ritz ran out, I had no choice, either do without or try the Toll House. Well, I had just made a huge batch of pimento cheese so I didn’t really have an option did I?!?! Y’all, all I can say is that I was blown away. The Toll House crackers are so much better: more of a buttery flavor, super light yet still crisp and they melt in your mouth. I found myself eating them by the handful… which is not the best thing for my waistline let me tell you!
I learned a valuable lesson people, you don’t always have to eat the brand you have always eaten. I realized while I may be older, I am also wiser. Branch out and try something new every once in a while. Who knows you may decide that you have a new favorite. Just don’t ever expect me to try a new ketchup… I mean, I have to draw the line somewhere!!
So Tim had not been sleeping great on our mattress. And I’m sure it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact our mattress and Tim are both old. In lieu of shelling out a small fortune on a new king sized mattress set, I did what every good wife does, I polled my friends. My Ansley mentioned that they inherited an “older” mattress set and in order to make it work for them, they went to the local warehouse store and got a mattress topper for around $100. People, that was right up my alley.
I moseyed along to our local warehouse store and found one for less than $110… go me!! Well mission accomplished, Tim swears he slept better that night than he had in years, so yay Tim! Me on the other hand slept worse than I have in years… yikes! After a few nights of really trying to convince Tim and myself that I was sleeping fine, I realized that it was my memory foam pillow coupled with my new memory foam mattress topper keeping me from sleeping. Well before I go any further, I have to tell you that I am THAT GIRL. You know the one who takes her pillow EVERYWHERE? No matter how stupid she looks in the lobby of the Ritz or St Regis holding her pillow in what she has just realized is a ratty, faded old pillow case. When I traveled for work, I packed my pillow before I packed my clothes. I didn’t care how I looked as long as I slept well. My pillow has yet to miss a girls trip, family vacation, wedding, or any other overnight I go on. So this is a really big deal that I now have to find a new pillow (to be honest, I’d rather go swimsuit shopping on NATIONAL TELEVISION!! It’s really, really bad people!)
The good news? We have approximately one hundred pillows spread amongst the beds in our house (ok, maybe there’s only sixteen and I don’t really know why I have 3 or 4 full size pillows on each of the boys beds but frankly right now I’m too tired to care.) I’m on about night six of trying and so far no luck. But I have hope. Either I will find the perfect pillow, or I will be so tired that I will cease to care. Who knows, maybe this is God’s way of breaking me of my pillow dependence… one way or the other something’s gonna give and chances are it won’t be Tim or the mattress topper.