So Mom and Dad came to stay with us Saturday night. Ron and I got the bedroom nice and clean and changed the sheets and made sure everything was perfectly comfortable for them, as they would be sleeping in our room.
We forgot to make sure we knew where the linens were for the futon, so when it was time for bed, I wound up going out to the car to get the only extra sheet I could find:
Nothing says “hippie” quite like a folded-out futon in the middle of the living room with a tie-dyed sheet draped over it. For the record, I’d be OK with it if we just left it this way.