I like to sleep with a top sheet. I'm a sweater most nights, and I feel it's more sanitary to have that top sheet to leak into while I'm dozing and secreting all of the toxins I ingest every single day. My wife does not like a top sheet. It's just the fitted sheet and a comforter for her. She ends up kicking the top sheet down to the foot of the bed within the first 45 minutes of its placement on a day I've installed it there. It's really annoying.
This is a metaphor for my marriage and a reason we're in therapy.
Friday, June 27, 2008
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