(I went to college when you couldn't get cable in your dorm room and you shared a landline with your roommate. We were cool because we had a toaster oven.)
Sure, I slept on a lumpy futon for years. . .but it always had two pillows. Somewhere along the way it became three pillows. Pregnancy pushed the number to four.
This is how I know that I am old: My bed and my pillows are killing me - even though they are all
Since a new bed isn't in the cards right now, I thought I'd at least get new pillows. Good pillows could surely help my neck and back, right?
I don't know. Apparently the pillows I bought weren't good ones. They are worse than the old ones, actually. I hate them. And I say this as someone who has used dirty laundry as an additional pillow when sleeping at family members' homes.
So I admit it. I am old. I need good pillows. Tell me, wise readers, where do old people buy their pillows?