Once upon a mattress
Once upon a mattress
By Christopher Corbett

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b_so08

Mr. Corbett, I could probably sleep standing up in Times Square; certainly in a lumpy youth hostel bed or on the floor of a pal’s beach house, and I’m pushing 50. My husband is on the same mattress quest that your wife was on. Maybe we should just switch? (He is very good-looking, though. What do you look like???)

Posted by A. Kennedy on 08/23/08 at 04:41 PM

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