Here’s something that is soo wrong: bedsheet instructions that say dry on low, then iron with warm iron.

No-no-no-no, I am not going to actually iron sheets. No. Way. San Jose.

The bedding’s almost all in. Our colorful comforter. Sheets in scarlet and something called “paprika.” Still on backorder: our turquoise sheets from The Company Store.

And the bed’s in. I haven’t had a King in a long time. I like that it’s mammoth, but it’s a little too firm for me. Perfect for M, though. (and for Riley)

So tomorrow I’m off to find a twin-sized pillowy mattress topper –unfitted — so I can use it on my side. I suppose we should’ve gotten a sleep number adjustable bed. But we got carried away with this “bed of the future” stuff at the store, and the rest was history.

Back to ironing.

I don’t really mind ironing. I just hate what a production it is:

1. Get out the ironing board.
2. Open it up without laying the pad on the floor where it’ll get dirty.
3. Set it up near an outlet.
4. Plug in the iron.
5. Try to read the symbols that supposedly communicate each setting so intuitively that words aren’t needed. (ha!)
6. Put the sheet on the board so it doesn’t drag on a dirty floor.
7. Keep the cat off it.
8. Keep the dog off it.
9. And the other dog.
10. And the third dog.

Nope, I won’t be ironing the sheets.

Not in this lifetime, anyway.