Clean sheets are ah-mazing

When Bobby came to visit this past weekend, I was ecstatic.  But I was also nervous.  I mean, he hadn't been to the apartment in 3 weeks.  When he last saw it, it was a disaster because I had just moved in.  But wasn't it supposed to look like a home, a place he actually wanted to live in, by 3 weeks?

Yeah right.

I've been dealing with being sick. Feeling like crap every day.  Flipping my sleep schedule. Getting used to going back to school again.  And being in grad school (which really means you should be studying every damn day).  No one told me that when I signed up.

But before he arrived I wanted to make sure I did at least one thing.

Change the sheets.

Now I know all of you are thinking:

Shame on you.  Get your mind out of the gutter!

The truth is, when he isn't here, I let the dogs on the bed.  And they definitely leave a trace - a definite downfall to having your dog sleep in your bed.  For some reason even when the dogs have new, perfectly good dog beds, they would rather sleep on my bed spoiled rotten brats.

I mean...

But clean sheets are one of my favorite things anyway. I love how perfect they feel when the bed is first made and how they smell fabulous. They are just ah-mazing!

What do you hide from your significant other?