Merry Christmas!

As I lay (lie?) here alone in my bed at 1 am on Christmas morning, I am contemplating a great many things.

And what pray tell are these things?

Well, or starters I kind of like hearing my blog in my head in a cockney accent.  Yes, I am admitting that right this very second I am reading this back in an English accent in my head.  Never mind you that said cockney accent is probably just as horrible as my spoken one would be, but hey! it's my fantasy land and I can live in it and talk the way I want.

Why an accent at all?  *sheepishly looks around*  I've been on a UK tele bender!  I have found that TV shows that would be absolute trash here in the states are better if only because they sound so much more sophisticated and interesting with said accent. 

HA! which leads me round to a reminiscing about a show I used to love to watch a long time ago with a good friend of mine.  Often when we were both alone (our respective husbands were gone a lot) we would call each other up in the middle of the night and watch Ab Fab together.  

*Sigh!*   If only I didn't mind being up at  all hours anymore... well, then, that's neither here nor there.  I've already lived that life sweetie, sweetie, dahling! 

And while I'm on the subject of English TV shows, I can't fail to mention one of my favorites: Fawlty Towers.  John Cleese as the owner of a bed and breakfast in the English country side.  So worth checking out if you have never seen it. I do believe they have it on Netflix. 

And this leads me to other thoughts, one of them being something that occurred to me much earlier in my day as I was baking.   This thought, oddly enough was about B&B's and their beds.   Since the main reasons (at least in my limited knowledge) is to have romantic get aways, one could assume that B&B beds may see way more action than regular hotel beds.  Which made me think that perhaps one should be wary of  B&B bedspreads even more so than a hotel bed spread.  Maybe....   I know there could be some faults in my reasoning there. 

And what, you may be asking yourself brought all this weird train of thought up?  

I washed all my bed linens today!

And now?  I feel like I have a pretty, pretty princess bed again instead of a ratty No-tell Motel bed. 

Not to say that me and the man were making it all nasty and things!  That my friends would be too much TMI if it were true!  NO!   I have this small creature that insists on climbing in the bed each morning.  She is a small weasel dog that worms her way up from the foot of the bed, bringing all the outdoors with her onto my bed spread. 

(Note: this is not my dog, nor is it my bed. It's not even my picture. But it is one of the first images that popped up when I typed in "bed" in the search engine. Which leads me to believe that weasel-ness must run in small fluffy dogs.)
So as I lie (lay?) in my bed I am slightly euphoric on the fresh scent of fabric softener.  It is almost making me giddy!  Tee hee!  Giddy.  Say it in an English accent. I dare you. 

Ahem!  yes, I am sniffing my sheets and thinking about smells and how they provoke memories.  I had a room mate once that used to like to sniff  my sheets because I used a particular brand of laundry detergent.  And this detergent was the same as her ex-boyfriend used to use. 

She'd often nap in my bed.  Funny how I never thought that strange when it was happening. 

But I know what she means about remembering with smells.  Although my bed now smells like a fresh spring day, I kind of miss the smell of my man's scent on his side of the bed- a mix of the detergent, his shampoo and cologne.   Sometimes, like tonight, it is all I have and it is a kind of comfort.

I sure am missing him!  Especially tonight. Christmas Eve.  But I know he'll be home in the morning.  It kind of makes it a little easier. 

Because sometimes it is tough to face an empty bed.

And with that comes a brief moment of prayers and thoughts to all those others out there whose partners are not able to come home soon for various reasons.  I know I shouldn't bitch and moan because I only have to put up with it for a few days at a time.  

And for that I am thankful.

And so I shall now fall asleep all tucked in my bed while visions of sugar plums come to dance in my head. 

If there is a clatter I will probably not spring from my bed to see what is the matter. 

Because I'm not getting out of bed  until the kids pull me from it to show me all the toys that the fat man brought for them.  

I hope that everyone has a wonderful Christmas today!  May you be surrounded with wonderful and delicious smells that will bring fond memories of the past as well as create new ones for the future!  

Peace and love all!!