It's the most wonderful time of the year

I am going to share something that is kinda personal today.  I'll try to be decent enough to not embarrass anyone, except myself maybe.

 

When my wife and I first got married, we figured out that we needed two blankets on our bed, one for her and one for me.  We can't really be too close to each other while we sleep since Trina thinks I am a human furnace and I roll around too much for her to sleep next to me (the king size bed is great!)  So the two blankets we have are both the same color on the outside but the underneath is different.  One is smooth and cooler while the other is fuzzy and inherently warmer.

 

Originally, the fuzzy blanket was mine.  I don't mind being warm, even in the summer.  When that first winter came, I was surprised when one night, I went in the bedroom and discovered that my wife stole my blanket and gave me the smooth, cooler one.  She was too cold.

 

So for a couple of years, I suffered through the colder weather, trying different blankets to augment my warmth deficiency.  What we do for love.  Nothing seemed to work until I finally found the right blanket.  It is a knit blanket made out of some kind of heat-capturing material (I think it's polyester yarn.)  It goes under the smooth blanket very smoothly and works wonders.  The initial problem -- it's pink.

 

It's in my bedroom and no one sees it except my kids and now my mother-in-law when I wash it.  So that's not too much of a problem.  There is starting to be a bigger problem though.  The material is not incredibly durable.  The blanket is now just about equal parts pink wonderfulness and empty nothingness as the holes get bigger and bigger each wash.

 

But, oh how wonderful to once again be embraced by my 'pretty pink blanket.'  It is probably the best thing to happen each year between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  OK, that may be going too far, but it is a great day when it comes out of our closet because the blanket switch has occurred.