We can't seem to make it more than a few days without something going wrong in this house. It's like it's a zombie...little body parts falling off occasionally. Still functions, but with a limp. Last week, it was the ceiling lamp that for no reason decided to fall out of the sky. As I have had enough falling ceilings for one lifetime (see Chicken Little for an illustration), I was only slightly consoled by the fact that the wires did keep it from crashing down upon my head.
Yesterday, it was the bed.
Now, much as I'd like to brag about what inappropriate-for-the-blog things we we were doing in order to get to that point...I can't.
Because when the bed broke, I was handing V- a tray of waffles and fresh coffee. We had a good laugh, the sort of laugh that's half amusement and half frustration, and then he ate breakfast in bed anyhow. Lopsided.
Later, we took off the mattress to check out the damage. Ladies and gentlemen, furniture is at a sad, sad state of affairs. My husband has promised that he will make me a bed (in our future home) that will be sturdy enough to pass down to our great-grandchildren. This...thing that is in our bedroom only mildly resembles a bed. There is a headboard and a box made of particleboard. On the inside of the box were glued two long strips of something resembling cardboard more than wood. A lip of no more than a 1/4 inch of this poorly attached material is what *was* supporting the bedframe. The frame itself is made of slats of "wood" which are attached to four pieces of actual wood that rest of said 1/4 lip...and the slats are merely stapled onto a long fabric strip which keeps the whole thing together.
It's really a sad piece of work. And so, on a Sunday afternoon, without the benefit of a drill, V- repaired it, with a liberal amount of woodglue and re-positioning the screws. (The fake wood is so soft, we were able to do it without pre-drilling or hammering holes!)
Now the big question is:
When will the other side give way?
I've already told him I'm okay with ghetto fixes. We'll buy concrete blocks and put the bed up on those...it'll be a fine jerry-rig solution.
Which brings me to the question of the day: do you call it jerry-rigging or jury-rigging? Our house is split down the middle and I'm curious if it's a regional thing or not. Discuss in the comments!