After reading an article favorited by Gregg about how to keep a cleaner house, I decided to turn over a new leaf and make my bed every morning starting this past Monday.
Monday and Tuesday's bedmaking went off without a hitch. No hospital corners as of yet, just a bed made well enough to lend an air of respectability for the throngs of pedestrian traffic that pass through my bedroom daily. Why am I doing this again?
But this morning, I found out there is such a thing as too much enthusiasm when making a bed. When I snapped the sheet in the air to get rid of the wrinkles and folds, it caught in the ceiling fan and freaked the living hell out of me for a few desperate moments. Fortunately, the laws of physics came through for me and I was neither chopped up into cuts of meat nor wrapped around the fan's central axis like Bugs Bunny.