S. moved in with me two weeks ago. Wave the green flag. Domestic life has begun.
Like a lot of twentysomethings, most of my domestic life knowledge comes from standup comedians and sitcoms. Accordingly, I know that men are different from women, that marriage is difficult, and that couples fight over the bed sheets at night.
From the frequency with which comedians and sitcoms discuss the sheet hogging issue, I assumed it was a problem without a solution. Like Social Security or Jay Leno.
Well guess what. It took S. and me three days to figure out the solution: separate sheets.
I’m never trusting sitcoms again.