Some people solve this problem by writing their initials on the pillow tag with a laundry marker. Or so I’ve heard. Don’t dare remove that tag!
Pillow Squawk
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69 responses to “Pillow Squawk”
I must admit that I don’t understand this. If your pillow is that different from your partners, you should be able to tell the difference, and if it isn’t, what does it matter. Of course, I’ve never been married, so what do I know?
And, as they say at Slashdot, First Post!
This happens at our house!
CX-P, congratulations on the anniversary! Having a lifelong partner is something to treasure. In a slightly related note (but on-topic for the retro). My wife of 31 years will always be sure she has “her” pillow when I mistakenly put the non-matching pillowcases on the wrong pillow, but she will intentionally sleep on my pillow if I am away…
Two very different pillows on our bed. We would notice if they ever switched. Have noticed there are nights when the pillows migrated, SFAD. 😉
Just caught the title pun. My Chinese silk pillow makes a low humming. What sound does a foam filled pillow make?
Just found my favorite soft feather pillow is residing in Mike’s bedroom on the Chippendale four poster (which is where I slept too until cancer hit) He has traveled so much at motels and bad pillows (good pillows are recent pluses to travel) he can sleep on anything.
I left it in there for him.
And yes, Chippendale is my favorite furniture style and I didn’t mention that when we were on Chip N Dale subject.
When I had some $$$ it took a team of four moving men to get it to my third floor bedroom in Houston. Since I lost all the money we find that two decrepit senior citizens can move it ourselves. We luckily live in a small one story house now but Mike wouldn’t buy it until he made sure the bed and the armoire would clear the low ceilings!
Barely.
Love, Jackie Monies
Good morning, Villagers. I asked The Boss Of My Life if we had any Chippendale at the Casa, and she said the display in the dining room and the breakfront in the front hall. I am informed that the chairs and the table in the dining room is Sheraton, which was news to me.
Having a great morning, ran ten miles and saw a case in Emergency, abdominal pain. I could tell you how The Boss Of My Life proved it wasn’t appendicitis, but it is too gross for here. But I have to admit I disgraced myself badly by giggling. 😀
Only funning?
Love, Siegfried & Roy & Charlton Heston
well, you don’t want to put your head on someone else’s dried drool, even if it is your spouse
Heh, the only dried drool in my bed is mine and my dog’s. And I don’t mind hers.
We have to deal with an occasional oh-dark-thirty hairball. Really wakes you up, the cat vanishes, and… 🙂
Read an article on things that Americans are buying less of: Chef-Boy-Ar-Dee pasta, beef, razors, gum, cereal, milk, and guns…who need more guns? I already have seven
Oh, and carbonated soft drinks, particularly diet coke. What are we thinking? (*sarcasm alert!*) I haven’t drunk a bottled or canned or fountain carbonated soft drink in years – prefer water, bottled or tap, or iced tea. Or lemonade or limeade.
Has anyone in Village read today’s real time strip on the tomato sandwiches? Is there anything better than a tomato sliced on whole wheat bread with mayo? Unless it is a BLT?
Love, Jackie Monies
Lilyblack, how did she get them out of the hotel?
Yes, Jackie, I read it and was silly enough to post on The Dark Side (I am SusieSchroeder over there) I love a fresh tomato sandwich, (preferably home grown like I had for lunch) with homemade mayo and freshly ground black pepper. I also sliced home grown and pickled hot peppers and basil to mine, and put it on sliced baguette mad by The Man In My Life. Yum!
I don’t eat bacon or any cured meat.
If my wife’s pillow were on my bed I’d notice the different colored pillow case immediately! Then I’d yell at her: “What the heck have you been doing in MY bedroom?!”
About the “who peels tomatoes?” comment over on TDS (I went and read after Lily mentioned) that is an old Southern habit of peeling them, as Arlo says about his mom. No one in my family would eat a tomato unpeeled to this day.
Except us, the renegade outlaws who went uptown, the rest still all peel everything, cucumbers, tomatoes, apples, peaches, all the fiber goes. My mom will some how carefully spit out all the skins from our meals that I leave on for the fiber, she even manages to some how spit out green bean hulls!
She is 93, so we let her spit– everyone else has to eat them.
Love, Jackie Monies
Lily, about the Diet Coke:
Last night, my kids and I were sitting in the living room and I said to them, “I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug!”
They got up, unplugged the computer and threw out my Diet Coke.
The little ______!
Love, Jackie Monies
Jackie, beware of the man or woman who takes what they hear too literally. They tell us that in Bible study all the time. 😀
Jackie, as to your question is there anything better than a tomato sandwich, only one made with homegrown tomatoes and homemade bread! I like to sprinkle just a little black pepper on mine. My grandmother made them that way and that is what I grew up with.
Mark, you left off the homemade mayo and the home grown hot peppers and the basil, but otherwise, it’s good. 😉
“. . . anything better than a tomato sliced on whole wheat bread with mayo? Unless it is a BLT?” Of course there is. Remember, “De gustibus non-disputandam est”, if I have it right.
A Rachel on pumpernickel, hold the thousand island. One or another of Qdoba’s chicken or pulled pork burritos, on a wheat tortilla, black beans, brown rice, mild salsa. Various pizzas at one of our remaining local shops, crowded despite half a dozen chains in town. Gyros and other wraps [or naans], various locations. Various Papa Murphy’s bake-at-home pizzas, but not in the summer; 8-9 months of the year, no net power wasted, because it heats the house.
Sardines [water pack] on Racine Bakery’s Latvian rye toast; daughter brought me a loaf from Chicagoland recently. The scones and paninis at Brewed Awakenings, a coffee house in Grand Rapids, MN, and such at various other cafes in several towns. The buffet at The Holy Land on Central Ave. in ‘Nordeast’ Mpls., just down the street from my favorite Twin Cities UMC. A good lutefisk supper at any of several Lutheran churches, in the fall.
About carbonated drinks. Only soft drink I care for is good root beer, and I can go years without that. I’ve not used a vending machine since before they accepted bills.
cxp – Congratulations on 52 years. May you and your beloved enjoy many more.
My great aunt and uncle have agreed to stay married for 75 years, then they were going to trade each other in for younger models. 😀 They are north of 50 married years, but sadly, I forget how far. As long as their health holds, I can see them breaking records: they wouldn’t know what to do without the other.
I love bacon. However, my fevered brain has seen those stupid Beggin’ Strips commercials too many times and I cannot just say *bacon*. I HAVE to say “IT’S BACONNN!”
emb: what you say is perfectly possible (congrats on 52, btw) though I never have had the pleasure of tasting them. Just as I would instance a perfectly seared tenderloin au poivre. Hyperbole is the norm in describing good food unless one is a professional restaurant critic, Lord forbid.