My Pillow is the Best Thing Since Sliced Bread
A few years ago, my husband Mike and I had tickets for a posh event we could not attend. A friend told us that Mike Lindell was trying to get tickets, so we gifted them to him. He was grateful, and as a thank, you, one of his lackeys called us and said that Lindell wanted to give us a gift. This seemed like a nice gesture until his lame thank-you travel pillow arrived.
Everyone knows the My Pillow guy, Mike Lindell. He’s been hocking his pillows since 2004. I am not a fan of the standard My Pillow, but the travel one was so unique that I had to buy another one to stop playing this “who gets the pillow” argument with my husband every night. The travel My Pillow changed our lives.
This Lindell guy has made a fortune selling a gazillion pillows, slippers, robes, and “Giza Dream Sheets.” So what does he send us? One travel pillow, no pillowcase. A simple thank you would have been better than this slap in the face. To add insult to injury, I had to order my own pillowcase, which I refused to buy from My Pillow since Mike Lindell was a cheap ingrate I now loathed.
Fast forward a week, and I can’t get enough of this delightful pillow. It’s a perfect size with the right amount of puff. It’s excellent behind your neck. It’s great for any nook when you want more pillows but not a big pillow. My husband took the pillow one night while watching TV and fell in love with it. That’s when our problems started.
Each night, we fought over the pillow. I would go to sleep with it; if I didn’t have a death grip on it, Mike would take it. Who was going to get the “baby pillow?” We were addicts, but I refused to buy another one. Lindell needed to be punished, and I knew he would suffer by missing out on selling my one pillow. Our nightly pillow fight went on for a year.
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Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and bought another pillow. Immediately our lives changed. Two people. Two pillows. What a novel concept. Like any addict, one more pillow wasn’t enough for my fix. I now have six of them, and I’m buying more. I even bought them for another couple who seemed snippy one night at dinner. I knew these perfect pillows would ensure a good night’s sleep and bring them great joy. I’m no Lindell. I gave them two pillows and two pillowcases, the whole shebang.
I’m not the only one who is obsessed with these pillows. My friend Wendy Fine picked me up this morning, and guess what was in the backseat of her car? That’s right, a travel, My Pillow. Hers had the actual My Pillow pillowcase too. She knows how to live. It turns out there’s a reason they’re so expensive. They’re magical. They have a fold-over that lets you fold the pillow into a smaller, space-saving deal, perfect for just sticking in your purse. Game changer! See
Wendy Fine’s pillow folding demonstration.
I still have my doubts about Mike Lindell, the person, but his travel pillows are a luxury I can’t live without. If you have a spouse or a friend who has been acting a little testy, buy them one. There’s a reason for the commercial jingle that’s been around for almost twenty years. For the best night’s sleep in the whole wide world, mypillow.com
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