If You Loved Me...

Much to my dismay, I am not currently on an airplane headed toward Denver to bury my friend.  I'd like to be, I really would, but sometimes things just come up.  Things like the fact that my son was laying in bed the other night and while he was laying in bed, the whole bottom end of it came apart from the whole top end of it.  Whee!

So now we have to buy a new bed for one kid and give the other kid one more reason to feel totally oppressed and not quite as loved as the others because as we all know, if I just loved him as much as I love the other ones, he'd have a new bed coming, too, and maybe a pony as well.

The horror. I don't know how he goes on.  Someone call the authorities.