or in this country, a Sultan. One of the not-so-nice things about our house here in Oman is our mattress. Because we were a last minute addition to the embassy here, the office Josh is associated with had to beg and borrow the furniture for our house from different departments to supplement the few pieces that they had available. And the furniture in our house is perfect – except for our mattress. It is b-a-d. Like, time to be put out on the curb bad. I’m not terribly picky, but when I pulled off the sheets and saw how skeevy it was I insisted that we had to go buy a new one. That day. On the bright side, we finally decided to upgrade to a king size bed. All these years we have stuck with a queen mattress because we have lived in so many different houses and many of our bedrooms wouldn’t fit a king size mattress. But hopefully Josh has been promoted enough times to rate a house with a big enough bedroom for a king bed. Cause after all these years of 3 and even 4 bodies squished together, I am done sharing such a small space.Perfect right? Not so fast. Unfortunately it takes 2 weeks to get the mattress, so in the meantime I’m sleeping on the scary, gross one and trying not to think about what made it scary and gross. :happy thoughts, happy thoughts:
