What do you guys do to prepare for house guests? Since my Seester and BIL were coming for a visit, I decided it was time to fix up my extra room for more than the Reds or my Mom visiting. In that room was a futon (that Big Red was outgrowing) and I usually used an air mattress with Little Red and my Mom. It worked, but I really wanted a day bed to put in there. I gave my futon to a co-worker who had just moved and needed something for their kids in their playroom since I was going to make that room all cozy with a day bed. Have you ever tried to find a day bed? Well, let me tell you, in a small mountain town, this can be quite the futile search. I mean, we have like 3 furniture stores in town and one of them had recently closed down. So, my options were quite limited. In fact, they were limited to zero. Nada. None. That is how many I found in town. I also wanted a pop up trundle-bed for when there were 2 guests (either 2 singles or make it into a king for the likes of Seester and BIL) I mean, this is a working situation, right? Apparently not. Nobody in town carried the trundle either, making my drie around town a waste of gas. It was ridiculous. So, Amazon it was.
I quickly found online exactly what i needed. A day bed and then a pop up trundle to go with it. Order placed in plenty of time for me to get it put together, get mattresses and sheets and make that room cute. I went on with my life, knowing this would all be here in plenty of time. Wrong. I woke up one day while I was sleeping to find the day bed portion was delivered as promised on my front porch. But it was missing the trundle. Huh. I somehow managed to strongman the large cumbersome box into my house and into the extra bedroom for Bubby to put together, because that is was little brothers are for…to put your stuff together. That and to come over and kill giant spiders. These are important job duties of being my little brother. Knowing that the trundle-bed was supposed to arrive on the same day as the regular bed, I went online to check the status of my order. Great. Delayed. By 5 days even. Well, that still leaves me a few days to get it all ready. The only bummer is that was when I was working between my folks being here and my Seester coming to visit. BUt I could make it work. So all day on that Friday, there I sat. Waiting. Being some creeper every time I heard what I thought was a delivery truck coming down the street and looking out my bedroom window or my front door. I really need to get a life. But nobody stopped at my door. No trundle bed. I even waited until 8 pm before I finally gave up the notion that it was ever gonna come. Great. Now what? I mean I had people coming to sleep at my house and all I had was an empty room and a day bed in a box.
I called Amazon to see what was up with the delivery as now the status on the order said it was lost. This just keeps getting better and better. How the hell do you lose a twin sized bed frame? It is not like you can put that in your backpack and run away with it without someone noticing. I don’t think you could even strap it to a skateboard to escape with it. Did it go down a wormhole? Did The Doctor put it in his T.A.R.D.I.S.? I mean that thing is bigger on the inside so it could fit in there. Maybe he needed it for a companion to sleep on? When I called Amazon, the lady started looking for my order. She couldn’t find it either. She tried tracking it and nothing. It was lost. I think that somewhere some homeless person probably got my bed frame and is having the best night ever on the streets. So Amazon refunded my money for the trundle-bed since it was currently occupying space in the barracks for the Stormtroopers on the Death Star. But no I had to figure out what to do for Seester and BIL. It was not like they could sleep on the floor or on the box that the contained teh day bed. I mean I guess they could pretend they are the homeless dude before he got delivered my bed frame, cut up the cardboard for protection against the elements and camp out on my floor. Luckily, I have an air mattress that I keep and that Bubby uses when he stays at my Moms. Unfortunately, it had a slow leak and therefore, really was not going to work. Well poop. I guess I know where that refunded money was going to go. Back to Amazon to buy a new air mattress. Sigh.
After researching what air mattresses are the best (yes, I am THAT girl), I ordered one and even paid for the 2 day shipping since it was going to arrive after the fact otherwise. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to work. The next day, I get a postcard in the mail from some shipping company I have never heard of stating they have been trying to call me to set up a delivery. For what? The trundle-bed. Are you kidding me? Well, now what? Is it really going to show up? Maybe Han Solo and Chewbacca will deliver my bed frame from teh nether regions of space. That would be cool. Wicked cool. But will it really show up? Hmmmm. They make arrangements to deliver it 2 days after my Seester and BIL arrive so the air mattress will have to do. Ugh. Luckily the ai mattress arrived the day before they were to arrive so I got to setting it up. Holy cannoli. Air mattresses have come a long way. This monstrosity inflated up to my thigh and was super comfy. I remember air mattresses from when I was a child basically being a thin sliver of air you attempted to lay on and not roll off of during the night. I mean you might as well have slept without one because you could feel every rock, bump, stick and whatever might be under you. This air mttress….wow. Once I got it all prettied up, you really could not even tell it was an air mattress. Really you couldn’t.
Now the question was will the trundle-bed show up? What do I do if it does? Amazon already refunded me the money. Bets were it would not show up. I mean it already got lost once. Friday came and we all decided to go out real quick and be back in time for the Mystery Truck to arrive and deliver the missing giant box full of metal. I was stating to my Seester that the truck was supposed to arrive in a couple of hours as we walked out the door and a giant truck was pulling into my driveway. Or right then. It could come right then. The Mystery Truck opened and lo and behold…the magically lost trundle bed came out and was placed into my garage. Well now what? A quick call to Amazon and I explained the situation. The dude on the other end of the line, we shall call him The Chad, was a little confused. He couldn’t seem to fathom that Han Solo and Chewbacca or possibly The Doctor had retrieved my missing trundle bed in the nether regions of the universe and delivered it to me. Pretty sure he just sat there in silence and then said “uh….ok”. Pretty sure it was more of a hassle to figure out what happened with my account than The Chad wanted to deal with right then. I think he would rather just go outside and smoke a big doobie. Thanks The Chad…uh…for your non-help. Hey. I tried.
Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. I did wonder how a large metal bed frame got lost in shipping but I didn’t die. I am Fat Girl with a fancy new air mattress AND a new day bed/trundle bed rescued by either Han Solo or The Doctor Running. The experiment continues…