First off, we didn't have kids since Thursday evening. KAMommy's 'rents came up and got them that afternoon, and carted 'em off to their house. So Thursday night is the night to par-tay, right? Right?
Well, we broke our bed. Seriously. Boom-chick-a-waw-wah...
Let me re-phrase that. *I* broke our bed. You have such dirty minds. Geez.
Here's the sordid story. We were reading in bed, and I finished my book. I dropped it to the floor, and when it landed, some of the pages were bent up under the cover of the book. If I had left it like that all night, I would have had crinkled pages, and I just can't have that. So, instead of actually getting OUT of bed like a normal person, I decided I'd lean over and get it - right? Our bed is a big high four poster, and the mattress is a full arm's length from the floor. So I had to lean way over, and KEEEEE-RASH!!!! The side rails have these metal brackets embedded for connection to the head & foot boards, and the bracket slipped out. I got out of our collapsed bed toot-sweet and tried to prop it up a little, but knew there was no helping it short of duct tape. I am not an especially large person - I'm 5'-8" and weigh between 180-190 lbs. So anyway I tried to make a lame joke "I guess this is God's way of telling me I need to go on a diet..." Cherie's horse-laughing at me the entire time. We pull the box springs & mattress out into the living room and go to sleep there.
Friday morning comes, and we get up, nothing weird(er) goes on. We look at the bed, and I have an idea of how to fix it - drill all the way through the rail and pop in some carriage bolts - it'd be ugly but it would get the job done. Since KAMommy's dad is a great handy-man, we decided to just wait until today - since we knew they were bringing the kids back today. He might come up with a better, more aesthetically pleasing way to get it fixed.
Friday at work was pretty uneventful (except for a little machete accident in the afternoon that you know about). We got a new project in, contract signed, which always makes for a good day. Friday evening after work we meet up with StitchIsOurHero/StitchIsARedSoxFan and then go see PotC #2 with them - it was the regularly-scheduled 'date night' and the reason the kids were away in the first place. We're tight with the Stitch's so they knew all about the bed. So I was the brunt of numerous jokes about beds, machetes and bamboo all evening. Not that that's a bad or uncommon thing (them laughing at/with me), but anyway. So we come back home and spend Night #2 in the living room.
This morning - I get up early to go out and do yard work - mow my jungle and weed the landscaping beds. I get back inside at about 10:30 and KAMommy's in a full-bore tizzy. Her mom just called after our 7-year-old daughter K. got out of the shower. It seems she has picked up head lice from summer day care. We take separate trips to various drug stores, trying to find the proper anti-lice stuff (it's our first experience with lice, yippee!). And we get all the bed clothes stripped off all the beds, treat the carpet & furniture, all of her toys moved out to the garage - basically DefCon5 is going on at our house. The 'rents get to the house with the kids at about 12:30 - and KAMommy, KAMommy's mama and K go in and do all the shampooing and combing out. KAMommy's dad & I scratch our heads toward the bed rail, and we decide my carriage bolt idea is the way to go. So we get that taken care of pretty quick (it takes about as long for us to go to the big-box orange home improvement and get our bolts, and then go back home and fix the rail while the ladies are doing hair stuff). We all went out to eat, and then saw Cars (our 2nd time, the in-laws 1st time). Now were back at home, kids are in bed, and the rents just left about an hour ago.