My wife’s parents bought us a nice queen sized bed as a wedding gift this past summer. At first, I wasn’t so sure, because we certainly didn’t have a queen-sized mattress or box spring to go along with that and I didn’t really want to spend the money.
But then a friend of mine tells us that he actually has such items laying around his house that he doesn’t use and wants to get rid of. We just have to go pick them up. No problem, just rent a U-Haul for a couple hours.
We get the mattress and box spring with little difficulty, and then the bed arrives. We’re putting the thing together, and about halfway through it, we realize that this thing is a hell of lot bigger than the double bed. Sure, that’s the whole point, right? But I mean, a LOT bigger. In fact, there’s simply not enough room in our room for the thing. Not if we also want to keep the dresser and be able to get into it from both sides.
So… out goes the dresser. It now resides in our front hallway, which I guess is all right, since my lovely wife will now sometimes disrobe right there in full view from the living room. Mmmmmm…
Uh, sorry. Anyway, we get it all together and throw our newly acquired queen-sized mattress on the thing and glory in our newfound sleeping space. For about a day.
Until we realize that this free mattress we got was free for a reason. Namely, it’s the most uncomfortable, thin piece of crap that ever had the nerve to call itself a mattress. After a couple of days, my back started hurting terribly. It had to go.
So, to sum up, we sleep in an oversized bully of a queen bed that evicted our other furniture with a double-sized mattress atop a queen-sized box spring. Yeah, it’s pretty messed up.