My bed broke. Slight correction, Dave broke my bed. Now get your mind out of the gutter because nothing your thinking happened or was the reason it broke....I wasn't even in the room. I bought an antique sleigh bed from the 1800's and needless to say it's probably not the sturdiest of things. The sideboards were a little weak and the slats we had across them along with the box spring and mattress proved to be too much for it. Poor Dave was the unfortunate one to simply sit on the bed and provide that "too much" pressure amount. I heard the crack from the next room and just shut my eyes because I knew something bad had happened. Luckily my parents due to their love of old antique things knew of a place to take my sideboards to have them repaired. Wednesday I'm getting my sideboards back after having my mattress on the floor for the past 3 weeks! I love that broken things can be fixed.
..............even my shattered little heart.
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