Big boy bed time

After a bunch of time, 46 years if I do the math (yes, I did the math because I don’t remember), I decided to get a king-sized bed.

The queen-sized has gotten small. Or perhaps my expectations have gotten bigger.

I grew up with a twin-sized bid. It barely fits one. Who calls it “twin.” If you had half of it you may as well be sleeping on a 2x16 plank or hot bunking on a Navy sub.

It’s coming in a few days from Costco. It was on sale (last day today) so I decided to pull the trigger.