Powers of observation

We bought our bed at IKEA almost ten years ago.

We had the option of adjusting the base that supports the mattress (there is no boxspring). When we put it together, we had an older dog and a younger dog so we put it at the lowest option so both dogs could jump up. The top of the mattress just peeked over the frame and was the height of my knees (so not very high).

We are now dogless ... and it's been on my mind for a while to raise the base so it's at a normal level. So I did that today. I pushed the mattress off, unscrewed the base and put it back on at the highest height (about five inches higher) and slid the mattress back.

Gord isn't the most observant person so I was curious to see how long it would take for him to notice. If you remember, it took him an hour to realize I'd replaced our old clunky TV with a 46 inch flat screen in June.

He was home about five minutes and noticed the small light on his nightstand was gone (it broke when I pushed the mattress off the bed). I said it had fallen and let him believe the Crumpet had knocked it over.

When he was getting ready for bed, I scampered so was settled in under the covers reading ... waiting to see if he'd realize there was a change with the bed. Needless to say, I expressed my surprise when he noticed right away.

He went on and on about how he'd make a great witness for the prosecution since he notices everything.

"Really?", I asked.

So I asked him what colour teeshirt I'd been wearing that night (I'd just put my nightgown on about ten minutes earlier).

"Um ... light green? With a purple tinge?"

Does teeshirt in the picture above look light green to you?

I rest my case.