Sleeping on Sheep

So it's Saturday morning & as usual, I have a list of "to dos" that stretches from here to Chicago. Unfortunately (or fortunately), I've spent my morning enjoying one of my favorite Christmas gifts. What, you might ask, could possibly keep Michelle from her Saturday morning chores? Well, it's the most amazing wool bed fluffer (that's the most technical term I can think of) you've ever met. Ever since I broke my back in high school and had to spend the summer sleeping in my parent's bedroom, I've adored their bed. In fact, whenever I'm in Blackfoot, one of my favorite things to do is to curl up in their room and just soak in it's goodness. Well, now I have my own goodness & I never want to leave. I thought my bed was pretty wonderful before, but yesterday I finally had a minute to put fresh sheets and the new wool wonder on & I've officially decided to see if I can get a new job that can be done from the comfort of my very own Seely Pillowtop. A big thanks to mom & dad for sacrificing your bed for the summer of 1996 and for breaking the "no gifts" rule of Hawaiian Holiday 2007. I'm officially spending my nights in my own version of paradise.