I am one of those people who pays super-close attention to how my beds are made.
Just ask my family... they are completely intimidated by my bed-making skills.
It's the one thing (my family might say there's more) that I am completely
obsessive/compulsive about.
Maybe it's the nurse in me... I did, after all, go to nursing school during the years
when it was requisite that a quarter bounce off of the bed you had just made.
No wrinkles allowed... wrinkles caused pressure on delicate skin.
Hospital corners? No one makes a tighter hospital corner than me.
Bed-making might be my all-time-greatest achievement.
I should have run a Bed and Breakfast.
I'd have nailed that profession!
Sad.
Really... it's sad.
And so, it seems only fitting that nowadays...any time I leave the house...
(with all of the beds neat as a pin, mind you)...
I return to find them all disheveled.
All of them.
All.
A.
Mess!
The above illustration is a mild example of the "bedlam" I have found
upon returning home.
I did a little investigatory work, trying to find the perpetrator.
I intensely interviewed each suspect.
Each of them was tight lipped.
No one would fess-up.
Their stories... airtight.
A conspiracy, perhaps?
Regardless... apparently whoever the perp(s) are...
they are not satisfied with steerage (living room couch)
and have decided to upgrade to first class.
I can only conclude that this is karma!
Comments
Need I say more . . .
Smiling!
Being an schooled CNA for 35 years.. correct bed making is a must!! What's worse... pillow case opening heading the wrong way or the top sheet with the hem facing down and not up...if using pretty sheets the pretty side faces down. You know how to get me on a rant lol. You need to put a game camera in the bedroom 😲
Mary
have a fun day-di