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I Feel Like a Fraud

Something that is either very fun, or very not, is going to Walmart to go grocery shopping when you're exhausted, feel like you're going to vomit, and PMS-ing. I've never giggled so hard with Sammy at a Walmart before, and also been so annoyed with him, only to go back to giggling. I'm honestly surprised that we weren't asked if we were drunk or something because I was such a mess, while also having fun. I had quite a few zingers there, that are our new inside jokes. 

Anyways, back to Walmart. As we were about to leave, I remembered at the last moment that I needed a new pillow. I've had the same pillows since we got married, two years ago, and I must be a pretty hard core sleeper because my pillows always end up really smashed. Sammy's are still good from the same time. There was one of those carts of pillows in the middle of the aisle and Sammy told me to just get one of those. I laid my head on it and I just couldn't. It wasn't right. So we turned back towards the pillow aisle and I laid my head on each of them going back and forth between them. 
Each of them had a nice label to suggest what kind of sleeper they were perfect for. 

I kept going back towards a certain pillow. The only problem was it's label. It was for a back sleeper. I am through and through a stomach sleeper. I have been since I was a baby. But for some reason I just loved this pillow the most. 
I am now the proud owner of this pillow. It is fantastic as I sleep on my stomach and stuff my face in it. I feel like such a fraud, but at least I sleep well. 

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