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Plethora of Pillows


Any dog owner will have likely witnessed their furry friend circle an area over and over again before laying down. It’s as if they are in a temporary struggle brought on by the predicament of finding just the right place, or in some cases, enough space. That is pretty much how I feel when I go to sit down on a piece of furniture in our house. A sofa, love seat, comfy chair, entry bench, mudroom bench, and even our bed. They are all buried in pillows. I mean, it takes a half hour to make the bed in the morning because of... pillows. But why? Why so many? Why everywhere?


These are the questions that modern day philosophers like me ponder daily and that keep us up at night. Perhaps our wives our declaring territory within our homes like an imperialistic nation is want to do. Maybe they are exerting some sort of authority over all the items within our walls, including and especially the places upon which we rest. Or maybe this is just another glimpse of God’s sense of humor contained with His perfect design when he made us male and female, knowing that we would have to coexist despite the number of pillows strewn about.


When we were first married, our pillow inventory was stable. There were a few here and there, but nothing excessive. I like to think this was because our budget was still recovering from the cost of wedding reception and purchase of our new home, but the cynic in me was that my wife was just planning her coup. She was planning her conquest of every sovereign furnishing in the home and simply waiting for the right time to invade. However, I was wrong. There was no outright invasion, but rather a slow and methodical annexation of every independent piece of furniture contained within what I thought was our house.


It’s time us men reclaim our manhood. It’s time for us to reclaim our furniture.

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