Awhile back B and I discussed getting a king sized bed. After a long discussion we decided to wait, despite the fact that we were passing up the deal of the century. King sized sheets are expensive, or so I hear.
And that was the end of that.
This week B suddenly asked me about the king sized bed again, specifically, when should we bite the bullet and set up delivery. I was surprised about this change of heart and I told him I thought we’d decided against it for the time being. He told me he thought about it some more and changed his mind. I figured I’d think about it and I went about my business, brushing my teeth and generally getting ready when it hit me.
B doesn’t like sleeping with me, my pregnancy pillow, the dog and my cover-stealing ways.
+ the dog
+ imagine me stealing ALL of the covers.
And when I asked him about it? He totally confessed that my recent method of sleeping has been the “Take Up the Entire Bed” routine, and he doesn’t think he can do it until February. So we are getting a king sized bed.
Touche husband, touche.