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where do those annoying little crumbs come from? I don’t eat in bed at all so how come just when I am getting comfy and settling down, there will somewhere from nowhere spring an annoying little sharp object that feels like the size of a kitchen knife although when I locate the little buggar, it is miniscule?
these cellular sheets have a cellular weave like their sister product the cellular blanket. only these little darlings are thinner and cooler.
any little crumb or piece of grit will slide into one of the weeny little pockets/cells and leave my skin unscratched and my dreams peaceful.
all crumbs and grit will rinse out quite easily in the wash.
Bentonite Toxicosis in a Cat from Ingestion of Cat Litter
http://cats.about.c...cles/hornfeldt.html
[ldischler]
Zanzibar + fat cat?
http://www.personal...l/jlp440/FatCat.JPG [ldischler, Oct 04 2004, last modified Oct 21 2004]
Zanzibar + fat cat?
http://www.personal...l/jlp440/FatCat.JPG
[po, Oct 04 2004, last modified Oct 05 2004]
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Not to be confused with crumby cellular phones. |
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Like toasters, beds neeed crumb trays. |
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I'm curious to know how you are getting crumbs in your bed if you don't eat there. |
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the cats ! they've been sneaking their fishy bits into bed po! |
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I'd be quite concerned about the origin, nature and possibly the species of these non-food crumbs. |
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When I was little, (yes, I was little once), there was a sign in my bedroom: 'Warning: Do not eat cookies in bed.' |
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Reminds me of a Three's Company episode where Chrisie is asked to make bread crumbs for stuffing. She says "You don't make bread crumbs silly, you just get them from your bed." |
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po, could you get the cells large enough to catch the crumbs while having the weave tight enough not to leave a pattern on your body? (or you could just go with the pattern on the body) |
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heh thats funny, I must think about that! |
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I suffer from the same problem. I must surrender a bun to this idea. |
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Hm. Interesting. An alternative is to train ants to clean your bed for you. Persuading them to leave may be tricky though. |
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Curses! I shouldn't have made my presence known. |
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It's so wierd I have to give it a [+]. |
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I left the bun in your bed. + |
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maybe we just need to invent a special hoover adaptor for bed... for the crumbs ofcourse... |
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Follow up idea required: method for removing the family of rats who will no doubt move in to your bed sheets once they discover the plentiful supply of crumbs collected there for their convenience. |
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this is no excuse for sloppy housekeeping. |
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// this is no excuse for sloppy housekeeping // |
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In that case [po] I'll have to fishbone it. |
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hmmm.
can you bone somebody and give them a bun at the same time? |
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The origin of 90% of all non-cookie crumbs is the sticky bentonite clay that’s used for clumping cat litter. The stuff tracks everywhere on kitty feet. |
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ah now that makes sense. my cats have the run of the place during the day! |
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Data: Didn’t have cats; didn’t have crumbs. Got married to person with cats; had crumbs. Examined crumb under microscope: perfect match to cat litter. Told spouse we were sleeping in cat filth. Immediately regretted it. |
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Ah, thanks, FJ. I wasn't sure how to put it. |
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I left a bun in your bed but it turned into crumbs. |
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This catastrophe could have been avoided if you hadn't catst it aside when I stated catagorically, that it was the cats, po! [edit] not gonna make this easy for me are you! |
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We used to let our cats into the bedroom too, but stopped when they decided to leave presents like frogs and birds in our bed. I suspect these would be more annonying than crumbs! And the perforations in your cellular sheets would become inconveniently large in order to accommodate frog parts! |
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thats what they told YOU! |
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No, there's just too many jokes from
that one, and they are all wrong. It
pains me to leave this alone. |
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Yeah, blame the bl**dy kats, why don't you. |
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