Ok – so maybe a funeral is not in order – but I still have to figure out what to do with the dead body.
It’s not funny.
I’ve enjoyed this aero bed for years – and now – in the midst of my annual Maine vacation – it decides to die.
I woke up this morning sleeping on a balloon. No kidding. The maze of pathways that channel the air in the Aero Bed to keep it flat and bed like must have given way – and I was lying in the middle of a wall of puffed up bed-clothes.
Extremely uncomfortable – let me tell you.
At first I thought the bed had a slow leak, and my lying on hard surface meant I had to inflate it some more. So I stupidly did that – which just dramatically increased the balloon effect.
Once I was awake enough to appreciate the horror of what lay beneath and beside me and above my head and below my feet – I managed to swim my way out of the bed and turned to survey the damage.
It’s like a massive whale lying where my bed used to be.
And guess what – you can’t get the air out either. It’s stuck in there.
What am I going to do with the body….
Signing off in complete puzzlement – the soup lady