(This photo comes from one of my favorite blogs. Click on the pic to see the full post.)
I've come a long way. Back in college, my bed was lucky to have SHEETS on it, much less being made up on a regular basis. I had more important things to do--like tear up the ice-covered hill to make it to my first class on time because I overslept!
That was then. This is now. About a year after I got married, I discovered the bliss that is a well-made bed. I found that getting into a well-made bed guaranteed that the covers would be distributed evenly across both husband AND wife. I found that the smoothness of the fitted sheet encouraged quick slumber rather than flopping about trying to get the wrinkles out from under my back.
In fact, I have become so addicted to the comfort of a well-made bed for when I'm ready to slumber that I have banned my husband from making the bed.
It's not a personality disorder. It's not a quirk. It's a God-given right!
That's how I feel about. How do you feel about it? Poll time! Come and vote.