Had a good conversation with my girl at a sound level 50% louder than our normal talks. Fortunately for us, the police are agonizingly slow or else we may have been sleeping next to one another in a prison cell.
My Sharon said I was wrong, she does not hog the blanket (read the story here). Me, being a dutiful boyfriend, I did not want to argue too much. If I did, I will be sleeping outside with Fred. Instead I decided to provide evidence of the theft. Sneaky me! I took a video of her stealing the blanket. Why did I stay awake just waiting for this Kodak moment is not a question I have a coherent answer for? I admit that taking a video of her crime was not a bright move and maybe that is why I have been sleeping on the sofa for a week. But hey, I freeze at 3am when she rolls over, taking my part of the blanket with her. Brain freeze and little guy freeze. No picnic, I can tell you.
Bliss!
The next evening, I provided Sharon with the evidence. She pulled all the blankets off me and attacked me with a comeback saying that she had never met anyone who sleeps on their back, the whole night without moving. I told her that it is because if I sleep on my side, she will roll over and claim my side of the bed as well and I may find myself on the floor. One day I will learn that when I am cold, I had better not say what I am thinking. Wish I had remembered the advice, “Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out!” Maybe I should just buy my own blanket?
I guess I will be sleeping on the sofa for the near future.
