Every morning, I make the bed. Every day I come home, the bedclothes are shuffled in such a way as to lead one to believe a person had been reposing there.
Today, the shuffling was taken to a new level.
With great frustration, I proceeded to attempt to make the bed again, but I was confronted by this:
Instead of heeding the clear warning in Marcy’s eyes, I stupidly continued to try to make the bed.
It’s probably just safer for everyone if I simply stop making the bed.
Happy 3rd Home -a – Versary Marcy.
You’ve come a long way sweetie, and for that we are happy, but do you think you can keep the people bed a little neater?