|This is what an ideal world would look like.|
The giant black "V" represents cold air flowing down our backs. Notice the unhappy looks on our faces. As a result of this unhappiness, we decided to just use two separate blankets. I love mine (fluffy, faux down, with an adorable duvet) and Karl loves his (a soft comforter on the thin side that actually matches mine perfectly). I once had someone tell me that separate blankets would be the downfall of our marriage. That person was a douche anyways, so I never took much stock in his opinion. Apparently, Apartment Therapy says it's okay. It's even trending in Europe right now (I'm so chic), so I'm good with that. I think that we should be able to go with what works. Karl and I are very solitary sleepers, not much cuddling going on there, and that's perfectly okay. I have a dream that blanket hogs and cuddlers alike will be able to sleep in whatever way is comfortable and not be judged by their blanket stealing habits. I have a dream.