Bbrrrrr

Some nights my quilt winds up on the floor. When i pick it up and pull it over me in the wee hours, the tagged side sometimes lands on my shoulders.

I have to sit up and peform this elaborate rotation - the quilt is huge. By the time i'm done shifting i'm usually wide awake. But that's the way things go, for if there is one thing i hate, it is a tag around my neck.

Perhaps not as much as i would hate a tag around, say, my big toe, though.