You guys, I have the coolest husband ever. Surprisingly, he’s a total preppy. He wears khakis and button downs. He’s an accountant and an Eagle Scout. I’m a savvy girl, and when I found the smartest and nicest guy that I had ever met, I married him. Go, me!
So I’m out shopping one day and I see these wild zebra print satin sheets. They just scream pimpalicious. I buy them and, snickering, put them on the bed. When hubby pulls back the covers, he’ll be so shocked that his perfectly organized mind will break!
He doesn’t let me down. When he leaps into bed, I’m rewarded by a surprised shout and “Whaaaaaaat?” eyebrows. I can’t stop laughing. Take that, you sexy geek.
Except that satin sheets are a real pain to sleep on, and I’m a feisty sleeper to begin with. Our pillows keep sliding off the bed. I take a good swing in my sleep and slide onto the floor, taking all of the bedding with me. It’s been a real pain, actually. A big, zebra-striped pain in the butt.
But was it worth it? Oh yes.