The Princess and the Pea

First off, I would like to thank eBay for making this post possible. I'm currently connected to the eBay sponsored free wi-fi on this Delta airplane while flying 30,000 feet above Nevada en route to Salt Lake City. Thank you eBay. And thank you, glorious technology!

Okay, onto the subject at hand. The other night, Mr. Frisby and I went out to buy a foam mattress topper for our mattress. As we got in the car after purchasing one, I told him that I was getting old. He asked why and I told him that I knew I was getting old because we had to buy a mattress topper. In the vigor of my youth, less than perfect sleeping conditions never bothered me. But now, I feel like the princess in the princess and the pea. I have slept on many surfaces that were not up to par. I'm fairly certain than any mattress I had while attending BYU was over 20 years old and totally worn out. And I won't even talk about what I slept on during my mission. In spite of these sub-par conditions, I always slept well and hopped out of bed fit as a fiddle. I was young. Over the past several years, I have not noticed any decline in my ability to rejuvenate while sleeping because I have had the privilege of sleeping on pillow-top mattresses (if you don't know what that is, you should probably find out. Soon.). But, apparently, the decline has happened. Since moving to our new apartment (still finishing the last of the unpacking - then I'll post pics!) a few weeks ago, we've been sleeping on the bed/mattress that Mr. Frisby had before we got married. It is not a pillow-top. And my body was quick to let me know. After the first few nights, I noticed that my hips were bruised and very sore. It was a familiar feeling. One I got every summer after sleeping on the ground for a week at girls' camp. I quickly realized that the soreness was due to the mattress and it's lack of pillow-top glory. So, we bought the mattress topper and my hips are feeling much better. But, I guess buying a mattress topper is a sign of getting older.

Flan

I am not a flan lover. In fact, if you asked if I liked it, I would probably say no. But, thanks to my friend Aaron, I have sampled the flan from El Pollo Loco and it is surprisingly tasty. So tasty that, upon spying an El Pollo Loco while out and about last night, Mr. Frisby and I decided to stop and get some. Mmmm. Smooth, creamy, carmely. Whether or not you like flan, you should probably give it a try. Yummy!

Differences

Mr. Frisby and I share many similarities. We also have some differences, though, and we noticed one this week. Upon moving into our new apartment, we started organizing and getting things unpacked. My first order of business was this:



Mr. Frisby's first order of business was this:

Crap

There's nothing like a good move to help you realize you have too much crap. I don't care how much crap you have. When it comes time to move it all, you realize you have too much. Since we had our big move today, all of our crap is piled in boxes around our new apartment. When we have unpacked all of said crap, I will post some photos of our new place.

Happy Halloween!

I have to work on Halloween night, so I'm celebrating a little early. Please enjoy this spooky scary video from one of my favorite TV shows as my happy Halloween wishes to you:

Birthday Golf

For Mr. Frisby's birthday, I told him we would go golfing in Pacific Grove. That was back in April. We finally had the chance to go on Saturday and we had a lovely time. Our friend, Aaron, came with us and we hit the links at 8:15 am. We had to leave our house at 6:30 am to make it for our tee time and I was worried that it would be cold and foggy on the coast that early in the morning. When we got there, it was cold and foggy, but we had lots of fun in spite of the weather.

There were deer.


There was fog.


There was lots of walking.


There were bad lies.

Mr. Frisby's

Mine

There were good shots.


And there were bad shots.


There were some good putts, but mostly bad putts.


And in the end, there were happy golfers!


Yay! Let's go again!

Proofreading

Some of you, or all of you, may have noticed some typos in my last couple of posts. During my many years of schooling and writing papers, I have prided myself on handing in assignments with very few, if any, typographical errors. I always proofread my writing to ensure correct spelling and grammar. My last couple of posts were no exceptions. After writing them and proofreading them, I posted them only to realize that there were some typos that had escaped my scrutiny. This is maddening to me! I have never had a need to question my proofreading skills in the past, but I fear that my age is catching up with me and my mind is not as alert and quick as it used to be. I may have to start having Mr. Frisby do a second proofread on my posts. Birthdays and getting older have never bothered me in the past because all of the physical changes that occurred were positive ones. Now I feel that negative changes are starting to take place and I don't want to get older. After my proofreading skills, I can only imagine what will be the next thing to go...