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Amerisleep AS3 Reviews

  My Amerisleep AS3 Unboxing Video (Surprise, my voice is ridiculous!) If I can (just barely) do it, you can totally tackle a bed-in-a-box by yourself. Updated 10/15/22 Amerisleep's AS5 was recently featured as the 'Best Soft Mattress in a Box' by Good Housekeeping , with the panel of reviewers noting: Pressure relief for side sleepers Taller than other boxed mattresses Good customer service    Amerisleep Mattress Reviews  We've been happy Amerisleep customers since purchasing our first AS3 mattress more than 9 years ago. Now we also have an AS2 and an AS4 (the AS3 is still our favorite). Born with chronic insomnia  (even as a baby - my family insists I was a nightmare), the struggle to improve my sleep is my life. My husband, the overly-analytical mechanical engineer, was initially skeptical of a mail-order mattress, but he was quickly won over. 2012: Wine glass test, sans wine. I was fairly confident our brand-new mattress would pass with f

Feeling Saucy...and Ridiculous

Remember the other day, when I bought 40 boxes of pasta? I think we all knew this post was coming. To be fair, that jar on the right is already half empty. Aren't pantry (very important 'r' in there) photos fun? This is how I live. Messily. And with several of each item. Two unopened boxes of couscous. About a million cake mixes and chocolate puddings. Like a crazy person. I hadn't tried this brand before stocking up. What a relief that it was delicious! The looks you get when checking out with 13 glass jars of pasta sauce (over 20 pounds for those of you doing the math but, really, it's best not to do the math) are nothing compared to the inevitable looks of horror and disgust when returning those same jars.

Best in Show - The Winner Is...

... Whoever could it be? ... Aren't you just absolutely dying to know? ... I'll give you a hint. Here is a photo from the winner's blog: Pink Ric-Rac, baby! (Also, I'm into adding "baby!" onto the end of things these days. Weird.) Need another hint? How about this photo, from a post titled Semi-Tutorial: Evil! Cappuccino Cake {Plus, get in on Mug Rug Swap!} Mug Rug Swap, people! Click the photo, for pete's sake, and solve this mystery! Congratulations, SewHappyGeek ! I have a pretty award just for you: Thanks to everyone who played along this week. For another chance at the Best in Show award, link up tomorrow with the Not "Baaad" Sundays blog hop!

The Post Where I Show You My Pale, Hairy Leg

With a post title like that, you know it's going to be good! First, allow me to share with you a photo from the Albertson's grocery store that I visited on my birthday: One heck of a crack in the parking lot, right? The scenario: It's my birthday. I stop by on my way home to get milk, cereal, and yogurt. Halfway into the store, I realize I've forgotten my reusable grocery bags in my car, but am lazy and don't turn back to get them. After buying what I need, I return to the parking lot, pushing a heavy shopping cart. The ginormous crack and I cross paths. The front wheels stop suddenly. The back of the cart is pushed up into the air. Can you guess what happened? I really can't stress that enough. In Albertson's defense, I'm fairly certain the scar was already there. Moral of the story? Karma will kick your butt if you don't bring your reusable grocery bags. More fun moral? No grocery shopping allowed on your birthday!

Let's Hope I Don't Forget to Attend the Show

In response to my last post, Lamb Quote of the Day , spiffy long-time reader My Husband's Watching TV commented "So...what's the show?" Hey , I thought slyly while writing my reply, I can get an additional blog post out of this! Another year older, another year wiser, and another year more diabolical. Muah ha ha! (The evil laugh. You know you love it.) You see, the answer isn't as simple as merely telling the name of the show. I wrote that blog post around 3am. Originally, I omitted the name because Sexy Nerd's preposterous paranoia has rubbed off on me over the past 7 years. It seemed best to save the name until after the show, lest a reader know exactly when I would be out of the house, making it easier to (A) abduct me from the parking lot after the show (or before! Extra cruel) or (B) steal Pica and Biscuit and my fanciful new camera (jokes on them - I am bringing my solid, weapon-like camera with me and Pica is a pain in the butt whenever she is