Did you ever notice that the number of years
you’ve been married determines the size of
When my husband and I were newlyweds, we slept on a double bed, kissing and hugging the night away, wrapped in marital bliss. Over time I realized a double bed was a colossal mistake, like sleeping in a crib with a hairy gorrila.
After ten years, we progressed to a queen and then a California king, the mother of all beds. With the extra inches we thought we’d have more room to stretch and stake out personal space.
“This bed is amazing,” said my hubby. “Can’t believe it took us so long to move up.”
“I’ll finally get some rest,” I added.
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