Grace and I are living like hobos.
Don’t get me wrong here, we’re not, like, living on the street or anything. We are, however, in the midst of a serious game of “Survivor: Making the Bed.”
It seems to happen every time we do the laundry.
We take off all of the sheets and pillow cases and whatnot and then we come back from the laundromat and there’s this awkward standoff where we both expect the other one to put the sheet and pillow cases back on the bed.
Only neither one of us wants to do it.
Thus we find ourselves entrenched in a game of “Survivor” and believe me folks, this game has no winners.
As a result, we’ve slept the last two nights without any sheets or pillow cases.
We are living like friggin’ savages up in here and it’s getting intense.
I don’t want to sleep without sheets. I’m a grown man who has become accustomed to jersey knit fabric nestling my body into a sweet, blissful slumber. Right now, I’m living like a common street urchin without any sheets or pillow cases.
…but I refuse to crack. I will not let the pretty lady defeat me!
Viva la resistance.