When hubby and I first moved in together, he had this HUGE feather pillow that I swear had to weigh 50lbs and I’m pretty sure it belonged to his great-great-great-great grandparents or some such shit. It was old as dirt.

Anyway, one night, sometime during the middle of the night, I woke up itching like crazy. Instead of getting up and finding out what was going on, I just lay there and continued to scratch for a few minutes until it got unbearable. It was almost like an allergic reaction where you’re whole body was itching at one time. I must have been tossing and turning in my attempts to ease the itch because hubby finally wakes up asked me what I was doing.

I finally get up and turn the light and hubby busts out laughing. While I’m standing there trying to get my eyes adjusted to the light and trying to scratch my entire body at one time, I finally look down and realize that I’m COVERED in feathers.

I can’t remember what time of year it was but I must have been slightly sweaty or either feathers have a natural magnetism to them. They were STUCK to almost every inch of exposed skin. It wasn’t just a matter of brushing them off. They would move from one spot and attach themselves to a different spot further down. Where ever they happened to land is where they stuck. It took me a while to get all the feathers off of me and cleaned up out of the bed and by the time I was done with all of that I was beyond angry at that damn pillow.

I still don’t understand how it busted on MY side when hubby was the one who used it and how I was the ONLY one covered in feathers? He did not have ONE SINGLE feather on him. What’s up with that????