ahh. . .snuggle snuggle snuggle

No, its not what your thinking (but yes, there is a THIRD date in the wings. Maybe he'll do more than inspect my tires?)
Get your minds out of the gutters. (mine needs to float by.)

I am talking about fresh sheets, right out of the dryer. Then right onto the bed.
I love fresh sheets. I change my sheets once a week. If they didn't make a lot of laundry, I'd probably do it every day.
Sheets are something I am very particular about. They play those commercials and documentaries about dust mites and all the other creatures of the night, and yeah, that figures into it. But what it really, probably stems from, is that when I was a kid, I don't remember EVER changing my sheets.
Now, don't freak. I am sure my sheets were changed, whether it was by me, or my Mom. Because she is anal about clean. I just don't remember it. And, our sheets lived in a closet full of other sheets and blankets. As a kid, fresh sheets were never just out of the dryer.
Something about sinking into that comfortable bed, with clean, good smelling sheets. I use the laundry detergent that smells like lavender on my sheets. Its not overpowering, just a tease of a smell. It makes me happy.
Last night was sheet night. And it was lovely. I'm already looking foward to next week, though. . . snuggle snuggle snuggle