You know the one.
It’s made of wool.
It has satiny trim that tries to deceive you into thinking this will be a nice blanket experience.
But it’s not.
Every house has one.
It’s buried deep in the bowels of the linen closet, under some afghans and a comforter with the down coming out of it, but make no mistake.
The scratchy blanket is there.
And it waits.
you guys don’t understand - my mom has this EXACT ONE in yellow-gold and she always takes the satin part and rubs it
and it makes that SCRATCHING SOUND
and she KNOWS it annoys the hell outta me
I swear of all the things I do/have that I thought other people might do/have in that ‘we are all connected’ way, this never ever crossed my mind
Bless you internet