The Things…

I know that you guys are just chomping at the bit to hear about my new recliner and mattress! Actually, I have been getting your emails asking me so I’m not ONLY a boring furniture person but also one who gets asked to be boring. 

I’ve had the new one for like, what? Two weeks? It’s not leather this time which I apparently appreciate. It is soft to the touch, it has the fancy electric gadgets, it is much fluffier, I’m constantly pushing the wrong buttons, it has one enormous flaw…… the headrest part is too fluffy even when set as far back as it will go it pushes my head forward ever so little but enough that it :

A) gives me headaches

B) pulls just enough on my neck to 

C) pull between my shoulder blades

D) which pulls straight down my spine

E) which pinched a nerve and makes my leg feel weird.

If I was a bit taller or a bit shorter I think it would be fine, but I’m not. It needs to wear in and how many decades will that take?  It’s my HEAD! I can’t just push my skull into this thing a million times per day to un-plush it a little.

First world problems  number 8,867.

My mattress is like a giant hug. 

There you go.

I had a conversation with Robb that’s leaving me feeling a bit…. Well, panicky like everything else does, but there’s something/ someone we talk about that the situation causes me a LOT  of anxiety. It’s emotional, it’s stressful, it’s jarring occasionally and while I know that he needs someone to hash this out with, right now, it can not be me. I know that it feels like a shitty friend thing to do but I can’t add it to my plate anymore. I don’t “ have” to like he does and so I told him that it has to be taken off the table for me. I feel bad. I know that he won’t have anyone else to talk it through. Ok, ugh, he has a daughter that has, what most people would consider, some serious and potentially scary,  mental health issues or some fucking ruthless teen faze, and it’s too much. Anyway, I might just be the worst friend ever.

And that’s all. See ya when I see ya!

Tracy