I swear, only I would get myself into such a fix. I can’t find the fitted sheet for the set I’d planned to use on my bed. I’ve looked EVERYWHERE and then some. I can’t think of any other place to look and it’s bringing back the damn migraine I had earlier this week. I’m going to be forced to go with off-white or white sheets. The latter are brand new eyelets that I’ve had saved for a “special occasion.” In my mind I’m seeing all this white and thinking that the white balance is going to get royally fucked. However, my mind is also saying that I can break that white up with some pillows that have gold and blue in them that will match my walls. I’m not nervous! Me? Pshaw! I just go on and on about missing sheets with no one giving a damn except me all the time. I still have to dust because I gave up after dealing with another set of off-white sateen stripes that I re-washed because I couldn’t tell how recently they’d been washed, but stashed in a corner. My basement is not my friend. BTW, how many white or off-white sheet sets is one allowed to have before having them classified as a minor fetish? I’ll think about it when I wake up in about nine hours.
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