(I saw this image several places, and am not sure of the original source; I think it might be one of those things the youths call a “meme.”)
1. When Mabel was starting her rehearsals for the Secret Garden, I quickly used up the minutes on my prepaid phone. I knew I had stocked two more phone cards, so I tried using one, but the number on the card wouldn’t work. Frustrated, I scratched off the other card and entered its number–which wouldn’t work either. I really needed to have minutes on my phone, and really didn’t want to lose the value of the cards, so I drove straight to Target and told the girl at the customer service desk that the cards hadn’t been properly activated. She refunded my money.
I used the refund to buy two more cards, asking the clerk to be absolutely certain she had activated the cards. Then I went back out to my car and, before leaving the parking lot, called up the number to recharge my phone. I entered the number off the back of the first card and ONCE AGAIN IT DID NOT WORK. I could hardly believe it–but this time, I heard something I’d missed every time previously–the voice telling me to push the star key after entering the number. I’d been pushing the pound sign.
Sheepishly, I went back in the store and told the clerk there had been nothing wrong with the first two cards. (She told me that it was okay, she’d voided them out and there was no loss.)
2. Our upright freezer broke (such a nuisance, but I won’t bore you with all the details of our salvaging all the food we could, etc.) and when I went to look at our bank account, I was thinking we were going to have to save for many months to replace it. And then the next day I realized I’d been thinking that a new freezer would cost about eight thousand dollars instead of about eight hundred.
(We still haven’t replaced it, though. We will just as soon as we can find one without multiple bad reviews.) (So, never?)
3. Dean and I inherited my parents’ already-old waterbed when we got married, and in the last few years, no matter how much Dean refilled the water tubes, the bed had gotten so decrepit that Dean would wake up with back pain every morning, and when I would lie down I would sink almost all the way through to the box springs. So a couple of weeks ago, we finally bought a new mattress. As much as we needed it, picking out a new mattress was stressful–would it be too soft for Dean; too hard for me? Also, like freezers, all mattresses have bad reviews. But we finally agreed to order one and give it a try, and Dean promised me we could return it if I didn’t like it (we got it from Costco, so there should be no trouble returning it). I was still feeling stressed, though, because I’d seen on the site that the mattress weighed 1600 pounds. I just couldn’t think how we would get such a heavy mattress back to the store, even if we did decide to return it.
You’ll probably have guessed that when I told Dean of my concern, he told me I’d seen an extra zero. The mattress actually weighs 160 pounds.
(Image from here.)
4. Meanwhile, we also ordered a foam mattress topper from another site, in hopes that it will make the new, firm, mattress soft enough for me. The new topper is very smelly, so we had left it on the trampoline for a couple of days to air out. Two days ago, I saw that Dean had put the topper on the mattress and made the bed. I was surprised, though, that the topper had compressed so much that our sheet still fit over it (we’d ordered deep-pocket sheets, but they hadn’t come yet). And although Dean had complained that the topper was still very smelly, I was surprised that the smell didn’t bother me at all. It was especially surprising because I usually have an incredibly keen sense of smell, and am bothered by odors no one else can even detect. But I figured this must be a lucky exception, since I really didn’t smell a thing.
On the other hand, after a night of sleeping on the new topper, I was surprised by how little difference it made. It really didn’t seem to make the bed noticeably softer.
And here again you’ll probably have already guessed how the story ends: Dean hadn’t actually put the topper on the mattress yet; it was still airing out on the trampoline.
Meanwhile, the kids built a living room playground out of the old box springs and the empty waterbed mattress. This was a completely unsanctioned activity (because I fear it could have damaged the couch) and they were even brazen enough to photograph their naughtiness.
It does look like they had a lot of fun. Mabel was the chief construction engineer, but she’s not in the photos because she took the pictures.