So the oatmeal is out, the banana bread sliced, the coffee poured, and we each have a cat on our laps for breakfast. The lady tells me
"I don't know what you're doing all night"
"every morning the sheets and blankets are all on MY SIDE of the bed"
"maybe you like sleeping bare azzed, is that it????"
"because I wonder how all the blankets and sheets end up on my side. I wouldn't steal them, would I?"
"Gosh, maybe I DO steal them, and you and your bare azz are over there freezing!!!"
(mind blowingly beautiful teaset by Gary Rith)