I broke the bed. It was horrendous!! All I did was sit down, I promise!!
What?? You can’t see that my head was practically on the floor??
Once I explained what she was looking at, then she understood! She said the angle was bad, on the first pic. (How dare she insult my photography skills like that!!)
So, after pondering a moment, DH and I decided to just switch the pillows to the other end. We pretended to be sleeping outside under the stars, on the playground, on a slide.
That’s not at all! conducive to sleep, just in case you’re wondering.
I kept worrying that I would slide ALL the way down, and fall off! (Thankfully, the wall was right at my feet, so wasn’t really gonna happen.)
Soon as we woke up the next morning, we mutually decided it HAD to be fixed by bedtime!!
First, DH looked under, and found out all that happened was the wheel on the frame bent.
Whew! Is that all?? So we really ain’t gonna die in a crush of twisted metal???
I was thinking we’d have to go buy a new bed frame.
Good old fashioned American ingenuity to the rescue!!
DH went out in the backyard, and came back with a piece of cardboard, and a cement block.
I ain’t gonna be breaking that any time soon!!
And if I do, immediate weight loss surgery will be called for!
S’all good now!
We rested in perfect peace that night.
And yet, here I still am to tell you about it! 😉
A Love House post. Brought to you by the letter “I” and broken wheels.