Attack of the Goose Down Feathers

Almost everything in our house that we sit down on or lie down on has down feather stuffing. While this provides maximum plushness and comfort, it drives JD crazy. The couch is so soft that you sink into it, the down comforter is way too hot in the summer and the down feather bed mattress cover thingy gets all bunched and caddy-wombus on the bed. But more than the uber comfy-ness everywhere, the feathers prick. JD has been begging me to remove the feather bed because he is sick of having feathers stick him in the legs, back and well, loins. I'm gonna be in so much trouble for saying loins on the internet. JD hates the word. I love it and say it quite a lot. "Beatrice is the fruit of our loins." "My loins burn for you...." "We are having pork loin for dinner." Wait, that's not the same? Oh, never mind. Loins, loins, loins. There, I had to get it out of my system because I probably won't be typing L-O-I-N-S again for awhile. 

Anyway, there are feathers poking us every time we sit or sleep and there really isn't much of a reason to put up with it anymore. So today I changed our sheets and removed the feather bed. Holy feathers sticking in our mattress Batman! There were about a hundred tiny goose feathers stuck in our mattress that had to be removed. It took me about 30 minutes to carefully pluck each one out and I am still finding them flying around our house. But they are gone and the feather bed is piled into the corner until we figure out if we can handle a bed without bird feathers embracing us. I have a bad feeling that JD will love the support of a firm mattress and make me get rid of all of our cloud-like furniture. It may actually cut down on allergies though. With that many feathers in our house, it's a wonder we all aren't sneezing.

As long as his loins are happy, I'm happy. I. Am. In. So. Much. Trouble.