So, my bed broke this weekend.
I know. It hurt my head, too. How does one go about BREAKING a bed??
Maybe it's from being nearly 15 years old. Maybe it was shoddy construction. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because a certain 6'7" man-child couldn't resist running, jumping and sliding across it. Again and again and again. And again.
And every time, I would say, "Scott, you're going to break the bed." He would scoff and mumble something under his breath about how ridiculous I was being.
Well, now our bed is broken. And we're sleeping in the living room.
I give you one guess who got stuck with the love seat.
I may be short, but I'm not that short.