Tim got the IKEA memory foam pillow that's shaped to be supportive of the neck ("Go neck! You can do it!") because he was getting a lot of neck pain. It took about 2 weeks for him to adjust to the pillow -- which is WAY more time than I would be able to tolerate, having an uncomfortable pillow -- but now his neck is un-painful and he sleeps with just that one pillow. It freaks me out when I roll over and hit it with a hand or arm, because it's SO dense. It feels like a body.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yes, totally. Does that make us land sharks?
God, I didn't need to know that site had socks and jewelry and handbags, too.
Our pillows are old, so they've gotten thinner. My parents have some that are so plump, I can't sleep with two of them.
When I was pregnant, I had to have a pillow between my legs, too.
In other news, my boss just told me he was in seventh grade in 2001. Wow.
Man, I was all Fuck Yeah New Pope!
Well, he IS probably a non-native English speaker, so you never know.
Jilli, I have an ask and a say for your adorable husband (he doesn't lurk, right--you'll paraphrase to make me look better, because I can't resist that temptation for shit...anyway).
He usually says "Thank you" while looking a smidge uncomfortable, because his instinct is to point out the things he doesn't like about the piece of art in question. Because he's a doofus.
Sleeping: some sort of pjs (white cotton Victorian-esque nightgowns for the win!), top sheet, LOTS of blankets. I really like the weight of lots of blankets. And sometimes socks and armwarmers, because our bedroom has no insulation and is like an icebox in the winter.
In typical ham-handed fashion, my pay-check-payer 'required' attendance on a conference call, however provided an insufficient number of spaces, or whatever you call them.
It's about a reorg in which they clearly have no fucking clue what they are doing.
As demonstrated.
my boss just told me he was in seventh grade in 2001.
Whippersnapper!
To Amy and sarameg, I can only offer a hearty "yikes."
his instinct is to point out the things he doesn't like about the piece of art in question
Best Validation Ever.
I mean, clearly he's emulatable...