So this morning, Tunch, Lily, and I were lounging in bed having a moment, and Rosie decided she needed to join us. So she jumped up on the foot of the bed, and one of the wood slats holding up my box springs said “Look, your fat ass and Tunch was one thing, but now this too? Enough!” and broke, hurtling us all to the ground and scaring the shit out of all the animals. Once the barking, hissing, and bleeding stopped, I realized what happened.
So off to the lumber yard it is.
And in reality, my box springs didn’t fit the bed frame, so I had just a flimsy piece of wood down at that end and completely forgot to replace it months ago, and it was bound to break. I like the version above better, though, because it gives me an excuse to keep calling Rosie “piglet.”