So the big girl bed is in and installed!

As with the best laid plans, much proceeded to go awry on Friday.

The bed was supposed to be a surprise. However, it is hard to surprise someone when the delivery people show up AN HOUR early (an unbeforeheardofexperience). Then the bed had to go in the garage. So Little Old Eliza decides to take apart the four poster bed, move it all downstairs, and haul the bed upstairs by her lonesome. Ok, well, the head and foot boards of the old bed are still upstairs, but the side rails and bolts and nuts and things are downstairs. I even carried the new bed upstairs....except for the headboard, which I carried precariously into the house, got halfway up the stairs before saying "fuck it" and going back down to the living room. Heavy! Mr. Manners was kind enough to carry the rest of the stuff upstairs for me, and I got the room set up post haste! It's rather nice having a bed that matches other pieces of furniture.

Now why would anyone in the family assume that I would, having rescued the four poster from an ebay auction, give the bed away? I have given past items away, true, but not without asking everyone in the family prior. I had no intention of giving the bed away - it could sit in my garage along with the other bits and pieces of family storage I seem to be acquiring - but it has been spoken for, and so it shall be held until such time as the speaking person comes to pick it up.

Anyway, the new bed is lovely, and I feel like an adult now...and it doesn't move or squeak or make weird noises like the four poster! And best of all: IT CAN BE MOVED AROUND THE ROOM.

I'm sure my neighbors hate me; yesterday saw another attempt at removing huge and mongous piles of dead leaves from my front yard. The pool service came and blew off the cover last week, but blew the leaves off in such a way as to make me feel like a bad pool mommy. That's my number one complaint about this yard and living in a neighborhood; I love the trees, would never cut them down...and if I didn't live in a neighborhood I wouldn't bother to rake! I manage about five bags a session...so far, that's fifteen bags and I've not even done HALF the front yard.

Anyway, I can't be bothered about thinking about anything serious today. Enjoy your Monday!