27. Bed Hog

When I stay at my parents' house, the dog usually sleeps on my bed. As much as I love that little fur bag, I sleep fitfully when my flipping and flopping is restricted by 22lbs of fur covered paper weight at the end of the bed. Can you imagine how little I would sleep if I had to share with a human-sized bed hog? The horror. I quite enjoy being able to kick and flail, spread out like a starfish, or wrap myself up in blankets like a 400-thread count burrito. Reason number 27 means the only bed hog I need to worry about is the dog....and he usually ditches out after the 6th or 7th time I've thrashed him off the bed.