Not Leaving Me Out

Two adult people on a twin sized mattress is bad enough but throw in a 55 pound dog (she has still got her winter weight on) and cozy does not even begin to describe it. However- suffocating, claustrophobic, I felt like one of the Three Stooges in a phone booth, a sardine in a can, and there are numerous others- does begin to describe it. With the Three Stooges reference, Molly would have to be Moe, my girlfriend would have to be Larry, and I would have to be Curly (nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!) Them again, Molly could somehow manage to root me out of a king size bed.