Dear Fitted Sheet
Dear Fitted Sheet,
I know you were made with your snazzy little corners to cling to my mattress, but holy shizenhausen, you’re a little bastard to fold.
I genuinely try to fold you neatly like I’m Martha Stewart’s next of freaking kin, but I’ve given up. You can just eat a dck and sit on the top shelf in the cupboard where only a giraffe will see how crap I am at this folding business
why oh why do you fight me so?
Fark my life
I’m done.
Happy Friday Folks
Fi xx