I think I may have a problem...
In his absence, I've reluctantly discovered my husband's accusations hold validity.
I am, in fact a ruthless, blatant, relentless cover theif. Sleeping without Michael, I wake up clutching a massive wad of sheet/comforter all balled up between my arms. Consequently, whatever side of the bed I'm not on, is completely void of cover.
I can hear him now, learning of my admittance, "Finally! I told you, you always steal the covers! I have to steal them back from you!" Poor Michael. One would think that fighting for his country would be enough, but his wife makes him fight for his blanket, too. Good thing I'm always the chilly one and he truly loves me.
