Full discloser, I didn't even look to see if this is a dupe thread.

So last night as I was getting in bed, Mrs. Oyster mentioned that the bedding was all cattywampus and she was going to straighten it out.  At the exact moment that she made that announcement, she was already flipping the sheet in the air and I was already in bed.  At the exact moment that she flipped the sheet, I ripped one off.  The sheet came down, over my head,  just as I finished up.  I was a victim of the elusive "Reverse Dutch Oven".  I just stayed there, not saying a word, and accepted my defeat.

My life sucks.