Adam returned from San Diego, and I was prepared to be all shirty about his extended trip to the sea shore, but that was before he stuck the glowy lights in my face.

Yeah, the glowy lights. Four different colors of LEDs stuck on a battery-driven fan blade. Glowy. Shiny. Pretty. What was I saying?

Ah. Glowy lights. It's a key to my personality. Shove something shiny in front of me, and automatic forgiveness.

The big discovery of the weekend was the new Wing Basket over by Barnes and Nobles. Of course, next to the new Wing Basket is the old Mattress Firm. We went in while they were bagging up our order. "Aaaaah," we said, flopping around on different mattresses. "Angels are caressing my ass," Adam said at one point.

The experience wasn't complete without the bored salesman. High pressure? No. It was like a weak low bringing up some moisture from the Gulf. During the flopping, he peppered us with interesting "facts" like, a mattress doubles its weight in ten years from body ick. To which I say "ick."

Our current mattress is five years old, does not feel like angels are caressing our asses. Has it put on a little weight? I...don't...know.