A blanket thief resides among us.
Saturday night was the annual pancake and sausage supper at my grandma's old church and for the first time in five or so years, I was actually able to go. (Huzzah.) Afterwards, my brother and I decided to stay at our folks' house instead of driving all the way home and then back there for church this morning.
I was sleeping on the living room couch (even though there were at least three available beds: don't question my sleeping preferences!), curled up in my sheets and blue fleece blanket, not a care in the world. But, when I woke up this morning...the fleece blanket was gone. I figured I'd kicked if off in the night, but a thorough search of the entire room revealed nothing. I was perplexed.
A little while later, Dad went down to the basement and discovered Olaf, asleep and wrapped up in my fleece blanket. He had stolen it off my sleeping form in the middle of the night! (Ok, he claims I had kicked it off and it was on the floor when he found it. But I have to wonder why he would take the one blanket that was in use when there was a big basket of them in the room his bed was in. AND there was another, bigger blanket draped over the chair in my room. AND there already was a comforter and sheets on his bed.)
It just doesn't seem right...
I was sleeping on the living room couch (even though there were at least three available beds: don't question my sleeping preferences!), curled up in my sheets and blue fleece blanket, not a care in the world. But, when I woke up this morning...the fleece blanket was gone. I figured I'd kicked if off in the night, but a thorough search of the entire room revealed nothing. I was perplexed.
A little while later, Dad went down to the basement and discovered Olaf, asleep and wrapped up in my fleece blanket. He had stolen it off my sleeping form in the middle of the night! (Ok, he claims I had kicked it off and it was on the floor when he found it. But I have to wonder why he would take the one blanket that was in use when there was a big basket of them in the room his bed was in. AND there was another, bigger blanket draped over the chair in my room. AND there already was a comforter and sheets on his bed.)
It just doesn't seem right...