Pillows, Shams, Scarves and Duvets… and Foo-Foos

I’m a pretty normal guy of my generation (I think).  I could live on simple food and in uncomplicated housing.   I’d happily wear jeans and t-shirts all day, have the same boring breakfast, drink two cups of coffee and a Coke daily, then eat a peanut butter sandwhich and a glass of milk for lunch and leftovers for dinner. 

<< An interrupting aside.  You know, a place that sold leftovers would be a great place to shop for a guy like me.  I’d rather not cook, but I like yesterday’s food quickly  microwaved….. just sayin’ >>

I’m married to an amazing cook with a great sense of style who (somehow) feels compelled to take care of me.  Bev makes sure I don’t leave the house (if she’s around) without checking my apparel, hair, beard and whatever.  She feeds me (very well), makes sure my hair is not too ridiculous, tells me if my socks don’t match and generally keeps me from looking like the simpleton I am.

You can tell who decorated (and continues to improve) our house.  If it weren’t for Bev, I’d still have those orange crates and the 1 X10s that served as my bookcase in 1973.  And that old vinyl love seat from my brothers brother –in-law?  I’m sure it would be Ok if I had enough duct tape….

But the B&B has to have an entirely different level of style.

So we recently updated to all new mattresses, pillows, shams, (not scams, but if you saw the price….), sheets, duvets (sounds like “due-vayz”) with and duvet covers.  Oh yes, bed scarves.  These are long things that go across the bottom of the bed to keep the duvets and their covers clean when folks put their suitcases on the bed.  

So this guy (who still goes to India and sleeps on the ground with villagers), now has to (gets to?) move several square pillows (the euro-shams), a bolster (a long cylinder of colorful “don’t-you-dare-get-it-dirty” uselessness), and a bed scarf before crawling in to bed.  And guess what?  In the morning when  I make the bed, these guys gotta go back on, smoothly, neatly, prettily….

Would I change a thing?  No, because all these foo-foos make my sweetie happy.  And when sweetie is happy… I’m happy!!!