Short End of the Stick

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.