Too bad this tiny miracle takes me 20 minutes. What?!?!?! Yes. I did just say it takes me 20 minutes to make my bed. Well, to my perfect specifications anyway. For anyone that's ever lived with me, or watched me take my sheets out of the dryer, they can absolutely attest to this absurdity. I literally walk around my bed about 20-30 times just to make sure everything is straight, unwrinkled and perfectly symmetrical. It's ridiculous. I've had quite a few people watch me in disbelief and then offer to help when they realize how long it's going to take me. Unfortunately there are very few people who've been able to help and do it just how I like.
So...20 minutes. Ridiculous. Right? Right. That's why I don't make my bed every day. Especially on the whole cripple front. BUT...when I get out of bed, the sheets are usually pretty straight and I just need to tidy things up (which only takes about 5 minutes) instead of going through all the motions. Now...since I've moved into this fantastic place, because of the placement of my bedroom, I feel compelled to keep my room presentable. My room is the first one you see and you can see directly into it from the living room with the bed *BAM* right there in the front. Also...Alissa makes her bed close to every day and it makes me look like a slob if she's all clean and nice and I've slacked off.
At the old house, Alissa and Jody would sometimes make me lunch. And sometimes inside my lunch they would write sweet little notes on the napkin:
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