Just call us Fred and Wilma
This past weekend our family went to a cool little town in our state. We love it there and try to go often. Our little cabin was right on the river which was full and rushing and the air was clean.
Everything was great, except for the beds. OMG they were so hard. So hard that when you fall asleep in one position you wake up soon with that half of your body numb. Then you rotate and do it all over again, all night long. I felt like a chicken on a BBQ spit. Even my husband who used to say, "If you're tired, you'll sleep", when I'd complain about the uncomfortable beds, had a rough night.
Where in the hell do motels get their beds, the Bedrock Factory?