at the pub, phil the rocker guy said something about my green cat eyes. strange, but i always thought my eyes were blue-ish. except when i cry. then they’re definitely green. just ask morgan.
so, i was all set to run out to buy a new bed frame from ikea to use with the less-than-a-year old queen size mattress i’m being given for FREE. but, as i was lollygagging about the house the dr. phil show came on and, well, it was all about getting your financial house in order and how money doesn’t solve money problems and there are no sacred spenditures: nothing is exempt when it comes to helping to get one out of debt and financially secure.
i realized that even though i would LOVE to have a new bed and even though the mattress is free, i can’t really afford to spend $600 on a bed frame and new sheets at this time. i’m still paying off my baby and that last big car bill, among other things i dare not speak of. i took a deep breath and phoned my dad to tell him that even though i’d really like to take the mattress, i can’t justify the expenditure at this time, and to please tell his ladyfriend thank you, but no thank you.
this is where it got both weird and glorious.
when he paused a moment, i thought his reply would be something along the lines of “i’m glad you’re being responsible. i’ll let her know you changed your mind.” instead he responded with “what if i buy it for you?” if i was a fainter, i would have been on the floor. he basically told me to go out and buy my bed and new sheets and he didn’t even give me a price range to work within. i was, and still am, flabberghasted. completely and utterly dumbstruck with gratitude.
well, once i was done trying to talk him into buying something for himself for a change and i was convinced he was absolutely sure of his decision (like he ever says anything he doesn’t mean. you’d think i’d know that by now), i put on some pants and drove straight out to ikea. i sat on all the different beds. i wiggled all the different beds. i lifted up mattresses and yanked at headboards. i read tags and tags and tags. when i was convinced i really wanted the bed i thought i wanted, i found myself a lady in yellow and blue to get me a list of pieces.
then came the sheets. oh, god in heaven. my new sheets… cafe au lait coloured 100% cotton satin finish fitted sheet and a 100% cotton satin finish cream with light floral pattern duvet cover and matching pillowcases – with ribbon ties! i couldn’t wait. as soon as i got home i ripped open the packages and washed them. so soft. so silky. they will look so beautiful on my new bed.
i realize that stuff shouldn’t make me so happy, but it does. i’m going to have such a pretty, grown up bed! once it’s assembled and bedecked, i should have a bed party! a party for two, just like shania. ;)
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A just what is so wrong with putting a mattress on the floor?
only bachelors and college students should ever be able to get away with that. and, really, bachelors shouldn’t even try.
i have a wood futon holder that you could have had until you figured you were going to buy that ikea/crack bed. oh well, i guess it will continue to remain in the garage until someone wants it!
*sigh* Those eyes…..
*blush*
I’ve had several “parties for two” on my frameless double mattress (with boxspring, though) and nobody’s ever complained, even after I stopped being a college student.
Mind you, I still feel like a non-practicing college student. I still feel guilty about not having homework.
if you really feel the need for penance, let me know and i’ll let you help me with my java homework this term. ;)
dude! you can so totally tie something to that headboard… um… I mean… uh… nice bed… pretty colour… ahem.
*blush*
Hmm.. Your idea of a bed frame is way different than mine. I was picturing just the metal frame you put the box spring and matress on. I could’t figure out why you would spend $600 on it.
I think Dr. Phil would have told you to take the money dad was giving you for the bed and use it to pay off other debts. ;) But, then, Dr. Phil is a meany know it all.
hey i almost got that bed. glad i didn’t, whoa that’d be embarassing. isn’t that heather, she has the same bed as you. i couldn’t be seen with you anywhere!
ps: lol
you know, that’s okay davin. we never go anywhere together, anyway. ;)
well, i just dislike bedframes… and i really love how having the bed so low to the ground makes the room feel bigger… plus, ocassionally its nice to roll right off of the bed onto the floor…
that.. and bedframes unless literally triple crossbraced with three quarter inch steel i-beam supports and firmly bolted to a concrete floor with tempered black iron lag bolts tend to make a rather obnoxious racket when the party-for-two gets.. shall we say.. rambunctious (sp?). not bad if you own your own house.. but in apartment complexes? well, some people get off on lettin the neighbours 3 floors around know when they’re gettin off… but I digress. to each their own.
p.s. pick me! pick me!
p.p.s. Dr. Phil is a dumbass. don’t listen to a thing he says.
as for rambunctious racket, i’ve been told that soaping the joins works wonders.
*wields her bar of ivory*
…and you dont have to worry about dust bunnies collecting under the bed… especially if you have hardwoods…