For some odd reason my mother decided to wash all my blankets and pillows while I was at work. (Despite the fact that she knows I hate it when anyone touches my stuff and I have been doing all of my own laundry for years.)
Now I can't go to bed because my pillows are still in the dryer.
Well, I guess I can go to bed with Unicorn Pillow Pet for my pillow... but that just seems wrong... Unicorn is my livingroom cuddle monster.
This always happens. Just when I think we're getting along okay, my mother always finds a new way to remind me why I hate her.
EDIT: forgot to say, It's not the fact that my stuff is clean now that bothers me, it's the invasion of my personal space.