Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Number 4

No, not talking about Harry Potter's Aunt Petunia's street address, but about the bed we broke last night. This makes it the fourth bed that Army of Dad and I have broken since we've been together. Number Four.


I'm not sure how we do it. Ok, wait, back that up. Yes, I am sure HOW we do it, but I don't understand why our beds never stand up to the pressure. This is an antique oak bed and the side rail just cracked and splintered. Sleeping on the floor last night sucked big time. Hopefully AoD can fix the bed tonight so we can use our comfy mattress again.


  • At 9:55 AM, August 01, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    There are SOME THINGS I really don't need a visual of when it comes to my own brother! HA HA HA

    Maybe I could get Eric to weld you a steel bedframe, I bet you couldn't break that!

  • At 10:29 AM, August 01, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Um, nope we broke one of those too. Then broke it again after my father-in-law took had it welded again to fix it.

    In fact that is the worst part about all four, we got them from her parents and had to tell them when we broke them.

  • At 10:43 AM, August 01, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Yeah, told my mom this morning and I don't think it even phased her any more. My dad asked the first time how we broke the bed and then, I think he thought better of it the following times.

    There hasn't been a bed made that we couldn't break. ;)


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