Yesterday, Jill and I went to pillage the remains of my cousin Jeff's Philadelphia apartment. Our prime goal was to secure his bed, a double (aka full size), and trickle May's bed down to El Destructo. Jeff left a lot of good things at his apartment for us. We got a bottle of fancy vodka and about 18 rolls of toilet paper a long with a numerous assortment of cleaning supplies. The mattress fit into the car, but the box spring had to be strapped to the roof. Everything went fairly smoothly with the transport except when crossing the Ben Franklin bridge over the Delaware river as we left Pennsylvania and entered New Jersey, the box spring began to flap and bounce on the roof of the car.

I was fine with that and put my hand out the window to support the effort of the five or six bunjee cords that were holding the box spring to the roof. Jill, who is a little more worried when we endanger the lives of innocents during interstate travel, also held the box spring. When we arrived at our house, safely, the most important bunjee cord - the one in the back - had fallen off. Nevertheless, everyone survived and all of our panic and worries are now nothing but an intro for a blog entry.

May was excited about her new be, "My new bed is gigantic!"

Ben celebrated his upgrade and May's upgrade by bouncing on the beds. No one got hurt in the bed bouncing.