Hey, hey, Melvin man here! I heard that She posted a story about how I mess up
my our Her bed everyday. Uh, if by mess up you mean make it better, then yes indeedy I do that! I don’t get the whole ‘making the bed’ concept. I think the bed is best when not made.
Listen, I work hard. My day is long and it’s my job to lay on every surface in the house. When I get to the bed and it’s made, I have to drag all the stuff around to make it layable upon. It’s called overtime and yet I have not seen a salary increase in four years. I should probably strike.
Last week she went to see her brother’s new house and she packed up some soft stuff to take over to him and her sister-in-law in the case they couldn’t find their sheets right away and needed to make (why people why?!) their bed. I got sorta worried when the big box of fluffy stuff got carried out, but after some investigation I realized it was extra stuff so
we were I was good. When she came back with the fluffy stuff and put it at the bottom of the step, I said ‘thank you, don’t mind if I do’ and I hopped on in.
What? Is this not for me?