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sometimes I wonder about me...
So, at the end of the summer of 2001, I bought a new comforter in preparation for moving into a new apartment.
For two years thereafter, every time I made the bed, I carefully flipped the comforter around so the tag was in the bottom corner by the wall. And since I didn't make the bed nearly as often as I slept in it, most nights I would have to flip the comforter around, as the tagged corner invariably migrated to the immediate vicinity of my face.
Three and a half months ago, new apartment, new bed, another new comforter. Same ongoing war with the tagged corner.
Monday night, for the first time, it occurred to me that the solution to this problem wasn't making the bed more often to keep that corner in its place, it was to cut off the freaking tags.
So, y'know. That only took me two and a half years. I wonder what I'll think of next...
For two years thereafter, every time I made the bed, I carefully flipped the comforter around so the tag was in the bottom corner by the wall. And since I didn't make the bed nearly as often as I slept in it, most nights I would have to flip the comforter around, as the tagged corner invariably migrated to the immediate vicinity of my face.
Three and a half months ago, new apartment, new bed, another new comforter. Same ongoing war with the tagged corner.
Monday night, for the first time, it occurred to me that the solution to this problem wasn't making the bed more often to keep that corner in its place, it was to cut off the freaking tags.
So, y'know. That only took me two and a half years. I wonder what I'll think of next...