What a Sham

I have 12 pillows on my bed.  I am the only person who sleeps in the bed.  Nobody has even seen the master bedroom in my house for probably a year.  What is wrong with me?

Isn’t it interesting how much pressure we put on ourselves to achieve Martha Stewart perfection in a NASCAR speed world?  I realize that I am completely overwhelming myself on things that don’t matter.  Not even a little.  Shams are a sham, and I am empowering myself to purge them.  Finally.  My sanity is worth more than 10 decorative pillows.

Tonight, I plan on going Freddy Krueger on ten or eleven of my pillows, and ditching the extra fluff in my world.  I wonder what else I can purge.  Suggestions?