Day 46

Not bad last night! Good thing, too, because it was a frigid one. He stole 2 feet of covers, but with the oversized duvet, it's all good!

Day 45

Well, I'm not doing a very good job of keeping up with these posts. I am taking photos, though - here are two, just as evidence of that. If my partner were to explain my delinquency, he would say I was "conveniently forgetting" to post when the evidence was against me. Alas, it's just me being busy. But just in case you were suspicious of the same things he might imply, here's the proof that nothing - at all - has changed...

Day 42

I almost forgot that my sweetie/cover thief had the day off today, and I was able to capture him red-handed at the scene of the crime (thanks, in part, to my shaggy sheriff - shown at right). The level of infraction wasn't even that bad this morning, but I couldn't pass up this photo opp...

Day 39

We've known each other for long enough now, Gentle Reader, that I am ready to expose yet another level of our bed drama to you. Quite literally, the level I am talking about is what's going on UNDER the comforter. By now, we've established that the comforter is a problem unto itself, but beneath it is a whole other world of hurt.

Below lurks the Cover Sheet Stratum. You will notice that the cover sheets are bunched up and pulled almost completely to his side of the bed. This is not staged - what you see here is exactly what the sheets looked like when I peeled back the comforter that was on the bed - still warm from sleep. This problem goes deep, people.

When I showed this to my partner, I got the closest thing to a confession that I've heard so far. He said, "I couldn't get comfortable last night, so I was sort of thrashing. So maybe this was me - but only last night." Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, I submit this to you as an admission of guilt, and will continue to show that the consistency in the evidence with that shown in this "sole event" proves his consistent guilt.

Thank you.

Day 38

This morning I had to drive my sweetie to work, so we were both rushing around trying to get out the door in time to beat the traffic. When I got back, I noticed that he had made the bed (another first). Is this a new tactic for him to manipulate the crime scene before I can document it? I'm not going to complain about my man making the bed, but I do find it mighty suspicious...

Day 37

I skipped yesterday because we were dealing with the same-old, same-old, but today? Well, I have to say that THIS looks like progress to me! (I'll take what I can get.)

Day 35

Happy Valentine's Day! As a special edition today, I thought I would include a photo documenting the scene of the crime and featuring the culprit red-handed. I know, you can't really tell, but my partner is actually IN the bed in this shot (he pulled the covers over his head to avoid incrimination). You can kind of make out his long, skinny sarcophagus-like shape on the far side (i.e., the side with all the covers) of the bed. Such a perfect picture of the truth about romance, that I just had to share it with you today. May the love in your life always keep you warm!

Day 32

My victory was sweet, but short-lived. Last night, my partner struck back with a vengeance. I think this is the most extreme case of cover-stealing I have ever lived through. The man is out of control.

Day 31

Touche! I count this as a victory in the Cover Wars, though perhaps I did go a bit overboard... My partner woke up this morning and said, "Be sure to get a picture of this!" He's right - I am not one to shirk blame (or credit, in this case?). However, I can't help but note that his statement is tantamount to a confession of his continuing crimes.

In any case, here is the evidence from last night. I am guilty (and so warm!).

Day 30

Let's take a moment to take another perspective on this issue. This is what my partner's side of the bed looked like this morning. Pretty telling, eh? I thought so.

Day 29

Every time I get my hopes up that something has changed, I wake up to this again. Guess I need to be more vigilant...

Day 28

My new strategy of fighting back must be working! Look at this morning's evidence - the covers are practically undisturbed... Whoo-hoo!

Day 24

Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm just not aggressive enough. There are plenty of blankets there. Maybe I just need to step up and yank them right back to my side. True, this will turn our bed into a tug-of-war site, but it's been VERY cold here, and if that's the price I have to pay for warm toes...

Day 23

As Valentine's Day approaches, I find myself searching for more romantic excuses for my partner's thieving behavior. Maybe, just maybe, he pulls the covers over to his side of the bed in hopes of luring me with them? Delusional? Maybe. No matter what the motivation, he's getting better and better in practice. A girl can dream...