The Coziest, Comfiest Bed

I know you have seen this bed in my studio hundreds of times.  I have

always loved this little twin four poster, but have never actually slept in

it before.  As you may remember from yesterday's post, there is a mouse

that took up residence in my closet in the master bedroom.  David 

opened the door to see what was going on and the cutest little mouse

ran out.  We have been unsuccessful finding him and don't know if

he left the way he came in, or if he is hiding somewhere.  I decided

that until we know for sure, I can't sleep in our bedroom!

So last night I decided to sleep in the little four poster in my studio.

Oh my gosh!  It is the comfiest, coziest little bed.  When I climbed in

last night I opened up the book I am currently reading, and could

hardly keep my eyes open.  The comfiness of the bed just lulled

me to sleep.  I woke up very briefly and put away the book and 

turned out the light and slept the night away like a baby!

When I awoke this morning, I thought to myself, "this little bed that

I never use is comfier than our big bed in the master bedroom!"  There

is something wrong with this picture.  I need to deconstruct the bed to

duplicate this level of comfort for our room.  The mattress is perfect 

and the pillows too.  The down comforter has just the right amount of

fill and even the sheets are comfy.  Now I am thinking that I need to

check out the bed in the guest room.  That one has one of those 

wool fleece mattress toppers.  I have never tried sleeping in there 

either.  I am determined to make our big bed this comfy too.

Our exterminator, John, came over earlier today for our quarterly 

spraying for roaches. Please don't judge me. Roaches are 

everywhere in South Texas.  I see them running along the curb

when I take Bentley for a walk.  John also placed some bait in the

crawl space and some sticky traps in the corners of our bedroom

to eliminate the mouse we have not been able to find or catch.

I hate the thought of killing or harming a poor little animal, but

John also warned me about the damage that mice can do, 

particularly to electrical wires.  I am hoping that neither of these

methods are necessary and that little mouse has already 

escaped our house and is living happily ever after in an

outdoor nest somewhere safe from neighborhood cats. 

Until then, I am sleeping in the cozy, comfy bed in my studio.

On a happier note, I must tell you something fun about

our new alarm system.  During the day, when the system is

disarmed, we still get messages whenever a door is opened.

For example, if I open the French doors leading to the

back porch, a voice says "breakfast room door".  What I 

really love about this is that the voice we hear has a 

British accent!  Perfect for me because y'all know what an

Anglophile I am ;-)

Big Texas Hugs,

Susan and Bentley