We had this bed for a long, long time. Since Sammy was born, we had to change one of our guest rooms into the nursery, so we no longer needed this bed. Paul's sister Diane needed a one for her son Chris when he finishes school in Texas, so it only made sense to give it to her. So tonight Diane, Brian, Chris, and a friend (his name escapes us now) stopped by to pick up the bed.
Years ago, when we were purchasing this bed, Paul wanted a full-size bed instead of a queen size because "it would be cheaper." But the salesman handled it perfectly. He had both Michele and Paul lay down on the full size bed, get comfy, and then said, "
Oh, sure a full size is fine. But if you are pregnant it gets awfully small fast." So we got the queen-size.
Chris, Brian, a friend, the bed,
200 square yards of plastic, 100 feet of nylon rope,
and 1 whole role of duct tape...
Notice how Chris has tied the doors shut...
Hanging on for dear life...