Crouse, Lumpjaw, Moose, and Gruffy Guard the Pillows!
I just changed the bed. Changed the sheets, redid the blanket and spread, put on the fresh pillow cases, and such rot. I despise this job, and usually Linda and I do it together. But today, she was off walking the treadmill at the physical therapy center, so I decided I would do the deed alone. I make the bed virtually everyday. We have a longtime rule in our house. Whoever gets out of bed last, makes the bed, and seeing that on most days, Linda gets up first, and I follow a few minutes later, I usually make the bed. Actually, it's fair to say it is always my task, because when Linda does get up after I do, she has a tendency to forget her duty. (Purposely, I don't know?) She just leaves the bed unmade and heads downstair, there to forget it forever! Because, over the years I have become rather OCD about having the made bed in our bedroom, I end up making it even if I got up first. Now don't think that my compulsion to make our bed means I like doing it. I can think of few jobs I despise more than making a bed. I hate how you have to walk from one side of the bed to the other, then back again, straightening and tightening and fluffing. I cheat a lot. Sometimes I leave the sheet 18 inches down one bed side and 2 inches down the other so it can't even be tucked in, rather than running and pulling and tucking. If I were forced to work in housekeeping at a major motel chain, I would run screaming from the place by my third room. I find the thought of such employment frightening. Truly!
