I have a nice apartment now that's all taken care of. I make my bed every day.
The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick.
Rip Van Winkle, who said, Don't make the bed; I'm just going to the bathroom. Never got a dinner!
There are two things that I hate: getting up at 6 in the morning and making my bed. I'm as neat as a pin, but I will not make beds. Period. I don't care if I get into them and they're messy. I just don't care.
No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed.
My wife and I make the bed every morning, but it's a queen size bed today, as opposed to a rack, you know, a small single bed, which I had in basic SEAL training.
I'm one dude and when I make my bed I lay in it but don't stereotype me. Never sold a crumb to this day and I don't do nothing on the side.
Some people make a bad bed, they just have to lie in it.
My wife always asks me why I don't make the bed. And I respond with the same reason why I don't tie my shoes after I take them off.
I just cannot stand an unmade bed.
The only time a bachelor's bed is made is when it's in the factory.
I'm an OCD neat freak. I can't stand messes. I make my bed every morning. Laundry. I do it all.
The number one resolution that people mention to me as something that's made them happier is - to my surprise - making the bed.
I try to make my bed every day for mental health. Coming home to an unmade bed or a room with clothes all over will depress me.
My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
I never pass a Dairy Queen without stopping. I cannot stand tucked-in sheets. I was once a contestant on 'The Price is Right.'
I don't make my bed. At the end of a day of going to construction sites, the last thing I want to do is move 10 pillows off the bed.
A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman.
I don't have to make my own bed.
I giggled out loud at his stupidity. If anyone knew how to make a bed, it was a faggot.
AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.
I can wash utensils, chop vegetables and can fold beds. I don't think I can do anything beyond it. In fact, cleaning toilet pots is my biggest nightmare.
It is funny, the things you miss about a more conventional lifestyle. I miss seemingly mundane tasks, like cleaning the kitchen, moving my furniture around to achieve just the right look, and checking the mailbox. I miss making my bed in the morning before work.
When our bed is made, it's covered in 40 pillows-like we're stockpiling ammo for the global pillow fight.
