Dance Teacher Lady

Everything has a protective cover… now, the mattress pad is it’s own scary beast, but the futon cover is a close relative from hell! I liken the mattress cover to a fair-weather friend you see every now and then who just takes shots at how unfulfilled your life is where as the futon cover is like a relative that you haven’t see for a while, and when you do, you just want to stay inebriated to avoid the inappropriate questions about your lack of job, children, spouse, etc. Anyway, I had to practically get in the cover itself so that the seams line up perfectly when I put the futon (beautifully covered and clean) back on the frame. I could just let the cover rot and never clean it again, but it would go against all of my OCD traits that would rival Monica on “Friends”!

Now the living room looks sparkly and lovely, with a subtle scent of detergent and fabric softener- a perfect invitation for the cat to redistribute her fur all over the futon and begin the dirtying up process once more.

P.S. while making the bed this morning, there was cat fur on the blanket. It never ends…