I am not one to make blanket statements, but I will make one now: We have enough blankets in our house to cover the Green Bay Packers.
At last count, which entailed going to every room with a calculator (I could have used a pedometer, too), there were 17 blankets scattered about the place. And that doesn’t include the one in my car. Or the many that are hiding in closets. Or in drawers. Or even in bins I haven’t looked in yet.
I did look inside an ottoman in the family room, where there are half a dozen blankets.
