One of the worst things about living alone is not having someone around to make the bed with me.
First world problems, I know, but I'm serious! I am super fail at bed-making. Kyle is bomb at bed-making. (Must be all that practice in the Marine Corps.) And one of the things that I missed most when he was deployed, and then after he moved out, were his bed-making skills. I would do one corner, he'd do his two, and then he'd come over to finish up the last corner because I could never get it quite right. (And I was always way slower, so he did two to my one.)
Tonight, I made a beautiful bed. My sheets are tight, the corners look perfect, and I did it all on my own.
It took 24 years, but I finally have managed to make a good-lookin' bed. And I must say I'm mighty proud of myself.