Banjo Man has wanted a “My Pillow” for many months. He’s seen it advertised on television and he’s heard Imus rave about it. He wanted us both to get My Pillows, but I’ve been happy with my own pillow and resisted experimenting with something new.
Then we went to Austin. There at CVS, in the “as seen on TV” aisle, was a My Pillow. I hauled the box over to Banjo Man, who was perusing the shaving cream selections, and told him this was his big chance to own his very own My Pillow.
He wanted to know what it cost. I told him. And he was so thrilled he bought it anyway.
Fast forward twenty minutes: we are back at the condo and Banjo Man has opened up the box. It is 11 PM and Banjo Man is exhausted, but…the My Pillow needs to be activated.
Activated? I ask. Is this a joke?
No. It says it has to be heated in a clothes dryer for 15 minutes before use. Banjo Man was in a little bit of a panic. Here he finally–finally–owned a My Pillow and he couldn’t activate the darn thing because we have one of those strange, European, fancy washer/dryer combos in the closet and it doesn’t actually dry anything (in fact, I’ve been trying to sell it on Craigslist). So now poor tired Banjo Man must change out of his pajamas and back into regular clothes, find quarters and the laundry room key, and set out across the condo complex to activate his pillow.
He is a determined man. Nothing was going to stop him from a good night’s sleep with his special pillow.
That was a month ago, and Banjo Man swears that the My Pillow works. He sleeps longer, is more rested, can go back to sleep when he wakes up too early and doesn’t wake up with a sore neck.
He loves the darn thing. As does our daughter, who raves about hers, too.
If you need a new pillow, check out MY PILLOW on the website. I guess I hope Santa will bring me one now, too.