Der Box Spring Ist Nein!

A month or so after I moved out to the sunny, scenic NorPac region, Monk and Stef bought a new bed. As a result, they no longer needed their old queen-sized box spring.

Knowing that I was planning in the imminent future of buying a queen-size bed of my very own, they entrusted the box spring to me so that I could patiently await a bed frame and mattress to place beneath and on top of it.

That was sometime in 2007.

Time blurs, months fly by. I end up getting a great deal buying the exact same bed that Monk and Stef own. Suddenly, I've been holding onto a box spring that I'll never use. A couple posts to a variety of Internet distribution lists later, and I have a few bites, but no real interest in a get-it-out-of-my-house-and-it's-yours free box spring.

Philistines.

I finally contacted a Jewish Women's Resource Center, who do monthly round-ups of bedding and materials, and they're going to send me a tax credit that I don't even want. I should be paying them to get that thing out of my home, and the only person who's bummed about it is Vivido, who has made the top of the box spring her own personal lounging area for the last two or three months.

Now she just sort of wanders around the house looking wistful and dejected, like a close friend of hers has passed away.