Do mattresses get named?

I bought a mattress. I’ve mentally pointed out that this is still only my third largest purchase to date. (The first two being Clarissa Clutch and Roxanne Covalent, respectively.) I wonder if that means I’ll need to name my mattress or something. Might be a little creepy, but we’ll see.

I’m still very much a consumer (rather than some seasoned expert, like I am with computers) when it comes to mattresses. I think my mattress is some kind of memory foam. But like that was a selling point for me. Candi and I just laid on a bunch of beds and picked the one that felt most comfortable. And that wasn’t insanely expensive. Bob’s Discount Furniture has prices that make Macy’s and other stores seem astronomical.

We flirted with the idea of getting a queen mattress for a bit, but ultimately decided to get a full sized bed. I just felt that getting a queen would be too big. I have a small room, and sleeping on a big bed sounds awfully lonely. I recall how Paige and I slept on a full-sized bed just fine, and Candi’s smaller than Paige. (Well, she is.)

We went to Bob’s and I made the final purchase on the bed. I kept telling Candi I probably wouldn’t have been able to buy a bed without her. Nevermind that the big reason I’m buying it is so we can sleep together without `rental whining. I don’t think she realizes how dominant she is. She has no qualms with walking up to people and asking people, whereas I would undoubtedly have that moment of pause to psyche myself up.

We went to IKEA to continue pretending we had lots of money to buy everything. Ha ha. Just like at Bob’s, if I saw something red and cute, I wanted it. (Yes, I’ve seen Fight Club numerous times. Trying not to let the things I own end up owning me.) We got a small stand with three drawers to put an old TV on. My dresser is also overflowing, so I figured I could stick some things in it.

I couldn’t remember whether I liked swedish meatballs or not. Having them again, they’re quite tasty, though we could have done without the “gravy”.

We put together the mini-dresser while watching parts of Eurotrip and School of Rock. I’ve heard Eurotrip was terrible, but it seemed like the kind of bad movie I enjoy. Or, rather, Candi put together most of the dresser and occasionally told me when she wanted me to do something. Like I said, dominant. It’s something I like about her.

Went to Chili’s again. Their $20 deal is really good. We get the something-something nachos for appetizer, I get a burger for entree, she gets something she likes, and we get the chocolate meltdown cake thingie whatever it’s called for dessert. Chili’s not my favorite, but I am practical and economical.

Watched her play Ocarina of Time at my residence, on my bed, with the TV in the corner. Woo. I cleaned a bit and vacuumed, pushing my desk back a little more than I needed to. She kept asking me what to do and where to go. I typically resist saying too much, because I find games are most fun when you stubbornly try and again and again, and eventually figure it out on your own. It’s not as fun if someone just tells you where to go. Especially in such a seemingly open-ended game like Ocarina of Time. She’s at the point right now where she’s gone to Zora’s Domain to discover Princess Ruto is missing. Shh, don’t tell her where she is. If she just explores the entire map, she’ll bump into her.

Sooooo.

So. I woke up this morning to the words nobody ever wants to hear.

“Honey… the alarm didn’t go off, it’s [an hour after I should have been at work].”

Oh, and I was openning today?

I didn’t eat, I didn’t shave, I didn’t brush my teeth, I just threw on my clothes and WENT. Openning manager is in at 8 AM, and we open at 10 AM. Avoiding death by my GM aside, my number one priority was openning at 10 AM.

Of course, I’m awesome, and pulled it off. If it weren’t for the fact that hot water goes in the rethermalizer now, rather than cold water, I wouldn’t have been able to get the first drop of food up so quickly. I cheated a little on what prep to do, but we had everything to run. And that’s all that matters.

My GM said on the phone I nearly gave her a coronary, and I was able to tell her, yes, we openned at 10 AM, on time. When she got in at noon, she didn’t scold me, nor yell at me. She’s one of those people where if you show remorse and are genuinely sorry, she won’t give you too much of a hard time. Must be the mom in her or something. Part of the reason I respect her.

I live to see another day, but I’ve pretty much decided to be early for the next month or something. I used to be so punctual. Ever since I started dating Candi, I’ve gotten later and later. I’ll leave her house and think I’ll have enough time, yet I’ll get home with not enough time. Having a bigger bed means we’ll be spending more time here, and I won’t have to worry about being late as so much. So glad we slept here last night.

Oh, and Candi does feel extremely bad about making me late for work. We were using her iPhone as an alarm because my cell phone was charging. I’m not mad at her in the slightest. I’ve reminded her that I love her, and that I still think she’s pretty, smart, brilliant, and awesome.

My mattress is due to be delivered. Should be nice coming back from Dorney Park to sleep on a new bed with new magenta sheets and a new down comforter. …Nevermind it’s the middle of summer, it’s a damn nice comforter (and a damn sexy comforter cover).