We have chosen the size. We have chosen the placement. We have chosen the maximum price point. We have even chosen the color of the sheets for Pete’s sake.
Why can’t we decide on a new bed?!
Name any furniture store in Idaho Falls and I have a business card from some poor sales sap. Spending a needless 30 minutes with us, as we literally lay down on every single bed in their showroom, only nets them a story of the couple who can’t make up their mind.
Too firm and can’t get comfortable. Too soft and you wake up achy. Too low to the ground and your knees will go out. Too high and the dogs will bark and wonder why you don’t love them anymore.
Why does this decision feel like the beginning of the end?
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