i have this thing. this thing about pillows. i think it started when i was in junior high (that's what we called middle school in idaho in the 90's.) around the time my using two straws and eating reese's and strawberry crush for lunch started happening. but this little quirk is not quite as endearing as chocolate and peanut butter induced sixth period giggles, you know?
i just absolutely cannot stand another person putting their face, back, arm, breath up in my pillow.
i just can't deal with it.
if you've laid yourself up on my pillow, i can feel you all over my face and pores and in my eyes when i lay down to sleep. i'm breathin' you in, eating up your bodily spores, and you're clogging my arteries, causing blemishes and diseases heretofore unknown but awful for sure.
so please, for the love of me, please don't touch my pillow.
taken in another way, if i give you a pillow of mine to use, i absolutely without a doubt love you.
so, this thursday, do be sharing with me that little quirkety quirk that causes your chosen life partner to look at you with crazy eyes sometimes?
My pillow, towel and washcloth are for me and me alone!
ReplyDeleteI don't share my pillow either, in fact, if my husband is on the edge of his facing me, I have to retreat to the opposite side or turn him away so I don't breathe in his air!
ReplyDeleteAnd now I'm desperately trying to remember if I touched your pillow at BGW2. I swear I didn't go near it!! Okay maybe a little drool.
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