premise: Moose thinks I ' m a lunatic because I 'll make the bed an hour before we go to sleep just because it drives me crazy to think I went the whole day without making it . I know just who to thank for that little neuroses of mine , too . When I met Moose , I think he went the entirety of our new relationship without ever making his . Who is there to thank for the neurosis that causes me to want to make the bed every day ?
hypothesis: My friend always insisted the bed be made every day .