Today we got a big, wonderful, smooshy, brand new mattress from Costco. This is an early EARLY christmas gift from my MiL. Early because our old mattress was about to collapse in on itself, creating a black hole that would suck us, the condo, Sadie, and the entire universe into it’s sucking vortex and I JUST CAN’T TAKE THAT CHANCE.
Also, the new one was a REALLY good deal. It’s also about 8 inches thicker than our previous mattress.
We lugged it into the bedroom and got it up on the bed, and I started laughing, because it’s just SO HIGH.
Kev stood next to it and looked down. It came up above his hips. His only comment?
“awwww…no more doggy style. We have to take it back.”
I asked him if he’d rather go to every mattress store in Atlanta and “assume the pose” to see if it would work for us that way.
Apparently, yes.
We’re keeping the mattress anyway.
One word: stepstool.
Yep, stepstool. OR he can get ON the bed for the doggie style. Tell Kev not to worry – we’ll all get it figured out for him.
It might not work for that but it might for having you on your back and him standing in front of you–that can make for a great session.
Hey, remember those exercise platforms? They had three levels, right? Well, you could find one of those things. It would DEFINITELY be more stable than a stepstool…
I’m afraid that right there would be a deal breaker for me. The older we get, the more the “on the bed” posture just won’t cut it. A skid that slides out from under the bed would be better than a stepstool: more square footage, less chance of falling off at a crucial moment.
LMAO