One year ago, I purchased two bookshelves from craigslist for five dollars each. My books and framed photos have been living happily ever after since then. So logic directed me once again to craigslist. I simply typed in "shelf" and began browsing through the mess of shelves. And since my item description was not very descriptive at all, of course it brought up everything for sale with the word "shelf" in it. As fate would have it, I ran across this:
It's a bed with a desk (and a shelf, of course) underneath it. I didn't even know such a thing existed. If you've not been in our house at bedtime, you might not understand why this makes me so excited. So, I'll tell you. Kyler has bunk beds. For the past few years, Mae has refused to sleep in her own bed (except for a couple of times on accident). She prefers Kyler's top bunk because, "It makes sleeping fun." Kyler complains because he likes to sleep on the top bunk every other night. He's all about fairness. Bedtime means I have to hear them argue. Mae always wins and Kyler has grown used to it, but I do feel bad for him having to constantly accommodate his sister's bedtime needs. So this is beyond perfect.
And it gets better. The description on the ad said that the little girl who currently owns this bed is suddenly afraid of heights and refuses to sleep there so they need to sell this one to buy a regular bed. As quickly as I could, I picked up the cell phone and texted the number on the ad. My text said, "Would you be willing to trade beds?" Approximately one minute later, I received this reply: "I am sure you have the wrong number but I would like to help you. Just tell me how." I compared the dialed number to the ad number and sure enough, I had put a six where a two should be. I apologized, then re-sent the text more carefully. After an exchange of photographs, we will be doing a straight-across bed trade on Saturday. I love deals like this that involve no money.
And that's how a craigslist fail turns into a craigslist win-win.
And since I'm feeling especially spry today, here's another great story that is less about good deals and more about my funny kids.
Yesterday, we were driving down the highway when a tow truck pulled out right in front of us. This happens to me a lot and I often joke about my 'invisible car' but it gets less funny each time. Anyway, brakes were slammed on and words came out of my mouth without thought. After I quit shaking, I said to the kids, "I'm sorry you had to hear that. I should not have called that man a retard. I don't even know him." Mae replied with, "It's okay, Mom, he couldn't hear you." And Kyler said, "You should have flipped him off, too." And while I highly doubt he did it (though he is rather sneaky and sly), I suddenly got this wonderful picture of my son in the back seat of our car, flipping off reckless drivers along the way. Not typical, but hilarious. Wouldn't you laugh? I would laugh really hard if a kid in the back seat of a car flipped me off. I'm not even sure why it's so funny but it is. Or maybe it's just me. Please encourage your children to flip me off if I ever pull out in front of you.
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