Something Strange

Something strange has been happening around our house for the past year or so. Something that now seems as natural as picking up a stray sock off of the floor or opening the curtains to allow for a little more sunshine to come in. I've heard of people doing this certain thing every day, and would have called you crazy if you would have suggested that I would be, too. I have become - gasp- a bed maker!

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I, Amanda Burnette, make the bed every morning. I don't usually MAKE it-make it (you know, hospital corners and such) but the pillows are fluffed, the sheets & duvet are straightened, pulled, and folded.

Jordan and I got some really lovely bedding for a wedding gift, and I think that has kept fueling this train, though I started doing this before then. As I've gotten older I've become a compulsive straightener. I can't walk out of a room without straightening something up. Don't get me wrong, my house is NO WHERE near being in pristine shape, it's just a work in progress.

So tell me, friends, am I alone in my bed-making? Does the thought of a messy bed drive anyone else bonkers?