I’d like to introduce you to my bed.
Upon further inspection you’ll notice the pillow to spouse ratio is a little off.
1. Hidden body pillow.
2. Accent pillows.
3. My woobie pillow.
4. My woobie blanket.
5. Cody’s regular pillow
6. Cody’s body pillow
7. My regular pillow.
Unfortunately our *ahem* problem has been passed down a generation.
Allow me to explain.
1. Collection of Princesses and Fairy Godmothers.
2. Princess pillow.
3. Quilt made by me (more or less)
3a. Green blanket.
3b. Red blanket.
3c. Pink blanket.
4. The all important purple woobie. (also made by me.)
Needless to say the moosh never sleeps in our bed because of our, well, stuff.
Cody and I can barely stay in the same bed.
It starts out something like this:
Civil enough right? And when we get all hot and I get sick of chest hair tickling my nose we split into something like this:
Around the middle of the night we’ve adjusted slightly.
We find each other again in the early hours. Though by now we’re a lot more potent with sleep smell:
By morning it’s every man for himself.
Except Saturday and Sunday mornings when the moosh and her woobies
take over join us.
Needless to say we don’t sleep in much on the weekends.