A Holey Night

The other day I washed our sheets for the master bed and later that night, I climbed into bed to discover a hole where my feet usually go. I started complaining to myself that they didn't make sheets like they use to and a $40 300 thread count Egyptian cotton pair from Ross should last more than three years.

The next night, I climbed into bed again to find my feet right back in the hole. Then I decided to start complaining to David.

a: "There's a hole in the sheet where I put my feet and it's driving me insane."

d: "Probably because your constantly rubbing your feet together all night."

What!?!?!?!?

I do not.

After a couple of nights trying to catch myself....come to find I do.

In fact, I do it so much evidently, it causes holes in the sheet.

Maybe the guy who sells 5,000 thread count Egyptian Cotton for $20 at the corner Shell station will have his tent set up this weekend?