Last night Bill was searching the house for something for me to put under my head/neck to provide the right amount of pressure in the right spot to get rid of my migraine. While we were on vacation I was able to hang my head off the foot of the bed where there was a wooden footboard. It was heavenly. I know, I know, sick and wrong.
Anyway, we tried a glass, he broke a chunk of wood in two, and I finally settled on a plastic bottle of Miracle Whip. As I passed by Payton's crib to lay down I saw the baby powder. It was the perfect square shape, the perfect height, and had just enough give to meld to my neck. Oh, sweet bliss. I fell asleep almost instantly.
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