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Posted by screaminghollow on October 10, 2004 at 00:21:38 from (22.214.171.124):
The Mrs. insisted on a new bed. She got plenty of reccommendations from her mother about some new airmattress bed. So she goes out and gets one from some store two counties away. Normally, a box spring and mattress are two pieces. You carry them in and flop em down. Heck no, not this fancy new piece or work. It came in seven boxes, from one the size of a small TV set to a six foot long whopper. Of Course the "destruction" manual is in one of the boxes, hidden somewhere inside some folded cover. There are approx. ten pieces of black plastic, these are the box spring.They are suppose to slip together without tools. Sure, as long as a 3 pound sledge is not a tool. Then the mattress is a cloth cover and you have to place the foam rubber in it in a certain order and then place these two air mattresses in it. Hook up the pump, "hey which line is left and which is right?" Then the whole cover thing is zipped together and your ready for the guarateed best night's sleep ever. Bed is made and by this time it is 11:30 pm and I'm beat. We are in bed and the one kid says something about a box on the porch. "Doesn't that go with the bed too?" Arghhh!!!!!, it is more of the stuff that goes inside the mattress. Guess where the destruction manual was??? It is wrapped up inside this last part of the bed. Well, Mrs. wakes me up and rips the bed apart, unzips the cover and proceeds to start jammin this last piece (Hopefully, if the gods are merciful) into the mattress. Then we get to make the bed again. Finally, the new wonder bed is ready. I am ready, I'm dead tired. I lay down, close my eyes and slowly lapse into one of the semi conscious states on the edge of sleep. Suddenly, the whole flippin room starts vibrating and all I hear is a high pitched whirring noise like a dentists, drill. (A particularly bad noise for me, reminiscent of excruciating pain) What the dickens is that? "I'm adjusting the mattress she replies." How often does that happen I ask? Whenever I need to adjust it she says. For the next ten minutes, she is adjusting the bed. Inflating, deflating, drives me completley out of bed and to the computer.
Good nite all, hope your rest is as peaceful as I really need, deserve and probably won't get.
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