Monday, December 1, 2008

You can't make me

I don't make my bed 90% of the time. I may straighten it up if you come over, but an equally likely scenario is that I'll just close my bedroom door.
What's the point of making it? I just climb into it and pull the covers up when I go to bed anyways. It's an exercise in futility, if you ask me.
Exercise, you say? I went to the gym today which I'm sure is surprising to everyone. I love the gym. Do it, do it, do it. I was a sweaty mess afterwards. But now I don't feel bad for accidentally eating too much dinner.
Only I can accidentally eat too much dinner. It's a niche talent.

3 comments:

judith said...

My mom would tell us "if you don't make your bed, spiders will make a nest in it... they like living in a messy place." I always make my bed, I'm scared.

Jim and Heather on Meerkat said...

Me too. Jomamma and I had the same mom.

Duder said...

Ahhhhh! That's a totally scary thought.
Actually, a spider did get into my mom's bed once and it bit her (and she is an ardent bed maker).
Rebel! Rebel against the making of the bed!