We’re still waiting for our bed. Cheryl is excited. I am … not exactly excited. Intrigued is a word. Cautious is another word. Skeptical is yet another word. If you put all of those words together … you still don’t quite have what I feel. It’s not all bad. I kind of feel like I just spent two times the market value of a car loaded with extras, to be used as a third car in a two driver household. It was expensive, it looks cool, and I’m afraid we won’t get as much use out of it as we would like. For the price we paid, I feel like it should wash its own sheets, tuck us in at night, and sing us a lullaby. Instead, it promises to feel like I’m sleeping in a John mold.