Do you remember the poem that goes something like:
"Jack Sprout could eat no fat
His wife could eat no lean
So between them both,
you see, they lick the platter clean."
Well, sometimes marriage is like that.
Erbe does not like to cover the bed while
I like to have very soft and thick beddings.
He removes half of the beddings from his side so I wake up with the covers all bunched up on my side, which irritates the hell out of me.
To resolve the problem as it was becoming an irritant --
The next time I changed the covers, I only covered half of my side and stick the rest all under the bed.
Problem solve.
But we probably have the weirdest bed covers.
