After Mellonee was born we rented a new apartment that was unfurnished and decided to buy a good bed. We were going to be extravagant and buy a queen sized bed while we were at it. When we looked at beds the salesman mentioned that if we were renting we might want to consider a King sized bed because the box springs were in two pieces and could sometimes fit where a large queen boxed spring could not. So, we have had a King sized bed ever since. One of our concerns with coming on a mission was how the heck we were going to be able to sleep on a double bed when we couldn't even sleep on the queen sized beds our kids always furnished us. Well, we had a queen sized bed at the MTC and it was a little small but really OK. But when we walked into this first apartment and looked at the double bed we just looked at each other and smiled. The truth of the matter is that it has really, for the most part been fine. However, night before last I was facing in and went to tiurn over and found that my butt was hanging over the bed and I needed to turn the other way to stay IN the bed. The next morning Dad told me that I had touched him and he went to turn over and ended up on the floor. So there's a picture for you!
We call it an 8 hour bed. After 8 hours you hurt so much you have to get up!
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