I don't think I've always been impulsive. But my track record tells otherwise. There was that episode in Vegas when my car broke down. I was on my way to college in Colorado when it happened... so with my car in the shop... I went next door and got a tattoo. (Hurts like heck to get those things burned off, by the way...) Never felt one way or another about tattoos. But still I got one. That was dumb.

I knew the minute I saw Joe that he was the man I'd marry. Thank goodness he was smart, funny and charismatic and not another blithering dolt I always managed to date. (Meeting him turned out way better than my Grateful Dead dancing bear, for sure.)

And the last car I bought -- I test drove for all of 8 minutes before I bought it. Probably not the smartest move. I only learned after I drove the thing home that my stroller didn't fit in the back.

Tonight?

I bought a mattress.

An expensive one.

Sight unseen.

Untested. Unknown.

Anything's got to be better than the 9 years of cruddy sleep Joe and I have muddled through on our current model. Neither of us sleeps through the night anymore and I can't even blame the boys. They snooze soundly while he and I toss and turn and wake up feeling a million years old. I never knew I had so many muscles in my neck and back that could hurt until we bought this thing. I can't even blame Joe's snoring anymore. I can't sleep anymore. Period.

So I splurged.

I work hard, after all. Joe works hard. We earn our pay. We deserve good sleep. No. We DEMAND good sleep.

I've heard about the Westin's Heavenly Bed for years now. Never slept on one, but I've thought of it -- oh, at least 10,000 times in the last 9 years. Enough already. I went online. Clicked on three boxes, entered some information and BAM. I bought a king sized Heavenly Bed.

Who knows when it'll come.

There's no money-back refund. No returning it to sender. No idea who's even sending it.

But the thought of that delicious king sized pillow top sleep maker has my head spinning. I may be giddy. (I splurged on four king sized pillows, too. Better be good for the extra $350 that cost.)

Impulsive? Absolutely. But I've had enough complaining about bad rest. Quite frankly -- me lying in some store for 30 seconds on a mattress and making a decision about where I'll spend one-third of my life is as equally absurd as buying a mattress online.

At least for the next 2 to 6 weeks I'll jump at every phone call, wondering if it's Phil or Steve or Mike wanting to deliver my precious purchase. They'll probably conk a lamp or ding the wallpaper as they drag the little slice of heaven upstairs... and they won't even take my old mattress away.

No matter.

I'll have good sleep.

And if the mattress stinks?

I'll just blame Joe.