Oh man, I hope this doesn't collapse

ACT I:
I managed to find a loft bed that makes my little heart go pitter-patter. What's super is the fact that I didn't think that I was going to be able to get an affordable loft bed this calendar year, must less this month. So, I'm stoked, I drive out there only to find out that the word "disassembled" means different things to different people. Me=completely take apart something, other people=break down this something to "manageable chunks." While that works most of the time, when you've got three carseats in the backseat of a SUV (that are occupied with children 99% of the time), it's not so great when you're buying a bed. But HEY at least there's the roof of my car. But I don't have any bungee cords. What to do, what to do...Hey Minita...is that a strip of rope in the cargo area of your car? Oh SWEET! (it's not long enough) Great! How what do I do? (skims the cargo area) What is that...is that...Preston's belt? (Grr...how MANY times have I told Preston to make sure he puts his stuff away!?...Now that I've gotten over that, I STILL NEED to find something that  I can use to keep the bed bits from sliding off my car) WAIT A SECOND!!!

Alright, I'm totally set to start loading the back part of the car with small boards that will make up the book shelf that will be built into the bed's base, the boards slide down my hand. I'm suddenly hit with the (very URGENT, very inexplicable) urge to drop the boards. Which I do (because who needs impluse control)...so the board is a free fall, but my super quick cat-like reflex decided to throw my foot under bus as it were. So now I'm staring down at my flipped foot at the nice bruise that's starting to form, I look at my hand getting ready to give it the mother of all nasty looks for acting without my permission. But it's at that moment that I see little beads of blood starting to form. Then it hits me (like a 2x4 to the foot), I've got a freakin' splinter in my thumb. (SIGH)

ACT II:
After making multiple trips back and forth so that I might finish accquiring my newly purchased bed. I have the idea that maybe I should bring it to the deck so that I don't have to worry about someone being kind enough for wanting to build it for me...at their place. I enlist Preston's help to drag them to the back yard. Well, I'm lifting the largest piece to my shoulder (OW! No good...maybe I should drag it, it seems to be working for Preston). Hey this is MUCH better...WHAT THE HELL???? I've just hit a tuft of grass and when I pulled harder, the piece jumped and landed on my OTHER foot making my toes bleed. SERIOUSLY???

ACT III:
OK! So it's now friday morning and I've got a seriously sexy limp from testing the laws of gravity using 2x4s, large portions of a loft bed, and of course, my foot. I never knew before today that curling my toes could actually hurt. Huh, anyways I'm excited because a friend of Stephen's has made plans to come over and keep me company for awhile and attempt to helpe me build this bed. Nina calls to tell me she's on her way and bringing food. Awesome! Now THAT's how you make friends! So we figure how to fit the bed together, despite the mysterious nail that modern science can't explain how it actually got where it was. Preston loves it! I'm an instant hit and it almost makes the swelling in my foot worth it.