I spent a healthy part of Saturday evening in bed with an umbrella over my head.

For some reason, my friends think this is weird.

To me, it made perfect sense. I was playing DS games and cuddling with a cat or three while Ed was getting ready to go to a party. He turned the overhead light to look for his party underwear, which also turned on the ceiling fan. The fan is my #6 nemesis (we do not get along but not so much that it deserved a spot on my trading card), especially now that I am suffering from some pretty extreme allergies – the artificial wind was driving my eyeballs crazy and it was not happy good fun times for anyone involved. What to do? I could bury my head under the blankets and also suffocate, or .. hey, an umbrella. There was an umbrella on the bed. I opened it, set up camp, and never had been more comfortable.

Umbrellas in bed: not at all weird.