Holey sheets

“You’re too sexy for these sheets.” ~The Man

     Last night, after completing this, The Man and I decided to “kick it old school style” on the sofa, and watch recorded episodes of Man vs. Food. The girls had already staked their claim in our bedroom watching The Muppets Movie, so we really didn’t have much of a choice. At some point, our Friday night couch date took a comical turn. Since we were watching MvF, I commented about being hungry and wanting spicy kimchi ramen, which I am certain I am unhealthily addicted to now. The Man runs with it and says, “I think you are spicy, and I’m addicted to you….like Special #2.”  I’m thinking “Oh no. He’s sober. And rhyming. Boy am I in for it tonight!” Nonetheless, I laughed until my abs were sore. If you aren’t an avid MvF viewer, I realize this reference is completely lost on you. Not much I can do to help you understand, as it’s from a specific episode. Sorry.

Moving on….to the bedroom.

After all, this post is about holey sheets.

Admittedly, I just giggled when I wrote that. Who am I?? Beavis or Butthead?

     Once the girls were zonked, we scooped them up and carried them to their  own rooms and prepared to settle in for the night. I’m all snuggled under the blankets, when The Man crawls in and notices something is amiss. He says “There is a hole in the sheet over here.” Of course, I already know there is, in fact, a hole in the sheet because….well…I make the bed everyday. Anyway, I reply, “I know. I think you did it with your feet.” The Man says, “My feet? No. It’s your fault.” With this, I spring bolt upright in bed, look at him and say “But it’s on YOUR side. How could it be my fault?”  Without any hesitation, he replies (quite confidently) “Because you are so sexy that I got a boner so big it poked a hole in the sheets. What do you have to say to that? Huh, huh, huh?” 

“Thanks dear. This is going on the blog :-)” And I laid back down and rolled over.

After a brief “thinking” pause, he says “Wait. I give you material to write about, and I don’t even get any? How is that fair?”

Wide-eyed, I jumped up and down on the bed, shouting

“Holy sheet! You just called me a WRITER. I LOVE YOU!”

Something tells me I should stop right here.

Have a good one 🙂


  1. I can’t take much more after the blooper video o posted…..hysterical

  2. lmao…..that was a great story!

Give it to me straight. I can take it :-)

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