Seriously, people, these pieces of furniture all but screamed COFFIN. If you want to be depressed by the knowledge of just how much ugly furniture exists in this world, just browse Craigslist for an hour or so. Make sure you have Prozac handy - you'll need it.
|Cheaper than a bed frame|
Where was I going with this? Oh, yes, so now I should be happy, right? I've got my bed frame, Larry put our living area back together, things are great. EXCEPT one thing - every single night, I tiptoe into our darkened bedroom (Susie falls asleep in our bed every night, because we are lousy parents who can't even figure out how to make an 8-year-old fall asleep in her own bed and we are okay with our ineptitude, thank you very much) - I tiptoe into our dark bedroom and, without fail, slam my hip into the footboard of my long-desired Hemnes black-brown queen bed frame.
Every. Darn. Night.
Sometimes Larry is already in bed, asleep; and, awakened by my cursing, he smiles into the darkness (I can feel it, I swear) with a special sort of pleasure -- you know, that pleasure engendered by the knowledge that poetic justice does indeed exist, if you are but patient enough to wait for it. He who laughs last, indeed...
[Lava lamp image: ThisNext]