Sheets Happen

After the tide of guests went out last weekend, I was left with a pile of bed sheets to wash.  I really don't mind, because it's a pretty easy task and no one complains if I don't get them done ASAP.  I wish I could say that my sheets are the 1000-count Egyptian Cotton high-brow variety, but alas! Mine are more the blue-collar, working class types that get up to work the night shift, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year.

And although these guys work hard, there is something about them that suggests that they are best suited to lounging around.  They've got that slouchy, nonchalant look that seduces me right into bed with them, despite my best efforts to stand firm against temptation.  Oh, they're charming and sweet-talking, a soft touch with the ladies and a bit of a player. I can't help swooning just a little over the way they wrap themselves around my soul.

The thing is, my sheets are so used to lying around in their down-time that they tend to get a little too relaxed in my linen closet (which is actually a cabinet.) I shudder to even consider the bohemian lifestyle that goes on behind closed doors.  

Today's Small Thing is to shine the light of reform on these partyers.  They need to realize that, even when they are off-duty, there is a certain decorum that is expected of them.  No more smoking cigarettes and listening to jazzy music in there.  Life is not one big night club, and the sooner they realize it, the better.

POINTS: 40 for straightening up your sheets and pillowcases.

BONUS POINTS: 30 for washing a load of linens and getting them folded neatly away or tucked tightly on the bed.