2.05.2007

Bed etiquette?

I've realized that I don't really have good manners. I mean I know all the basic stuff like please and thank you's. Have a strong handshake and look people in the eye. Send thank you notes after interviews and when you are a house guest. Don't take the last beer in the fridge etc.
But I'm afraid, especially after vacationing with best pal T and sister where we shared rented studio apartments which involved bed sharing, that I am a horrific bed hog. Yes, that's me. Not only am I little big and piggish for my liking these days, but I am also a swine in the bed. I thought maybe this was a phase. I thought that in my singledom, I had simply gotten used to sleeping all alone in my big queen sized bed - with room to do bed angels or sleep diagonally without anyone complaining. But now that I have someone sharing my bed on a semi-regular basis, I am still doing the butt-scootch-push-them-off-the-bed REM cycle dance. It's so embarrassing and un-ladylike. So imagine my surprise when I took this sleep test below. It asks you seemingly random questions like:
When it comes to food, in what area do you tend to err?
a)Chocolate, frozen goods, hard-boiled sweets
b)Cheeses, hard and soft
c)The oils
d)It's all a matter of proximity
This was a particularly difficult question for me to answer. After candidly answering the questionnaire I discovered that my sleep pose is not, as I suspected, "bed hog" but rather, "excalibur"! Qu'elle suprise! How noble! How galant! and, my, how flexible I seem!

I am a excalibur!
Find your own pose!

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2.02.2007

Dear Reader

For you, my faithful only reader, I am posting this so that you will not delete this humble blog from your bookmarks. Thank you for checking here dutifully everyday. I have no nugget of wisdom to impart on you today, nor do I have any fantastic tales of drunken debauchery. I have recently discovered that I am not wise. I can actually be quite a fool. I am also not immune to the effects of imbibing alcohol, eating delicious fried food and getting all my aerobic activity from the opening and closing of the refrigerator door. I am diligently trying to compose a New Year, New Me sonnet so stay tuned.