Kicking The Sheet Burrito OUT.

On B-Metro today, I discuss why it is MY FARKING HUSBAND NEEDS TO SHARE A BED WITH ME.

No, I’m not bitter.

Or FREEZING AT NIGHT.

As far as I’m concerned, the “Dick Van Dyke Show” had it right.

Two beds. One “marital chamber”.

I’m of the persuasion that a nicely made bed with clean, crisp sheets and perfectly tucked in corners make for a better nights sleep. Yes, I’m able to sleep if they are messed up, and no I don’t totally obsess over it, but if I have the choice between a sheet tsunami or straightened linens, you can bet your best pillow I’m going with the latter.

Sadly, my husband is of the former.

Read the rest after the jump.