Timothy B. Tyson was Under My Bed

I hate to clean but when I finally do get in the mood, I do it right. Today is Saturday and it was time to change the sheets on our bed. I took the sheets off, put them in the washer then decided it was time to wash the bedskirt, too. We have a king-sized bed so taking the bedskirt is no small task. But, since David was working on his sermon (it is Saturday, afterall) I decided to handle it myself.

After the skirt was off, I got on all fours to see what was hiding under our bed. Oh my goodness!

At night we let our dogs come in from outside to sleep. We have three. Earl, the Doberman, sleeps on his dog bed on the floor at the foot of our bed. Maxie, the 'I'm-not-sure' usually ends up in the bends of our knees and Pickles (I didn't pick this name), the Dachshund, sleeps under the bed. Hence, the "Oh my goodness" statement.

I use the underneath part of our bed as a storage building. Our bed is sitting on eight inch risers so it gives ample space for large storage containers of winter clothes and various other 'stuff'. I put bedding ensembles in trash bags and put them under the bed as well. It's a pack rat's dream space.

I pulled all that stuff out from under the bed and began to re-arrange. As I pulled the last article out from under the bed I found a box of books. I opened the box and was reading the titles and all of a sudden I found a book I had been looking for. It's actually one of David' books, but I had started it a long time ago and "lost" it before I finished it.

I doubt I'll get to finish it at the present time because of mid-terms coming up, but I have put it in a safe place where I can see it so as to remind me to finish it soon. So far it's a great book and even though I haven't finished it I gladly recommend it. Blood Done Sign My Name by Timothy B. Tyson.

What's hiding under your bed?