Yes, I am. A fluffer. And I'm fluffy but that's another post. A pillow fluffer. Much to my dear husband's dismay. He cannot get up to go potty without me rushing to fluff the cushions, pillows and foot stools. Poor guy. He just wants the pillows to retain his shape so he can come back and settle in- not to have to arrange them again.
Even my sweet pups seems to be getting a tad bit frustrated with my fluffing obsession. Their little beds, complete with Lulu's sock collection, are getting fluffed daily. And they just plain don't appreciate it. Humph....
They say you know when a little habit becomes a problem..like drinking. Well, not just like drinking - but, you know, when it hurts you or others. And I really don't think I've hurt others, but I do know the other night when I was fluffing my bed pillow with all my might by punching in from both sides, the pillow slipped and I hit my own two fists with all my might. Hurt like crazy! I really thought I'd done some damage and wanted a little bit of sympathy. Randy was laughing. I think the dogs were too. Humph....
Fluffing. The floors may not be sparkling, and dust may really not be a "protective coating" for my furniture, but my pillows are FLUFFED!
My work here is done.
Now to go an soak my knuckles.......
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