Jessica Moe

So, know it has been a while since I last posted but as most of you know I am moving/have moved. I am in the process of trying to get settled in my new place and that is no small task.  We have needed new everything–we kept virtually nothing from our old life mostly because there was very little to keep/worth keeping.

Anyways, I am certain there is much to tell and much worth blogging about but I think I am just going to get into the swing of things slowly and tell you about our Cal King Bed fiasco.  We recently went shopping for furniture and picked out a new sofa, dining room set and bedroom set.  I was glad that we found some things we could agree on…except for our bed. I have never been a big fan of the whole cal king thing.  I mean, I know a whole lot of people do it and love it but I never saw it as being for me.  I remember the first time I ever saw one I thought that it was really silly looking…

Needless to say I was set on getting the queen and so we ordered it.  Later that night, after speaking with his cousin who has a king, Issa decided that he wanted the king and gosh darn-it he couldn’t't be talked out of it. “I mean, the upgrade is basically free!” he said. They were running a promotion where the king set was 200 more than the queen and then you got a 200 dollar discount. So, yes, that part was free. I reminded him that there were other costs associated with the behemoth of a bed…like the cost of upsizing the mattress, the cost of cal king bedsheets….

“It’s NOMINAL,” he said “I want to do it, I am going to do it.”

Ok. Fine.

So after hoisting the oversized headboard up to the second story of our townhouse via the patio and assembling the bed, off we went to look for bedding. Three days and twice what we would have spent on a queen size comforter later, we took home a bed in a bag that we thought might do the trick….After washing the sheets and placing the bedskirt on the ample boxspring, we unfurled the comforter to find a DISGUSTING bird-poopesque looking stain on the end of it.

We promptly stuffed everything in a trash bag and took it back to Macy’s…where they refunded our money and off we went again for a fourth day of bedding hunting. It was impossible. He likes geometric, I like floral.

Finally, at about 8:00 tonight, we came to JC Penny and were fortunate to find a comforter set on clearance and a coordinating throw pillow and a decent thread count sheet set to match for the same amount that we spent on the bird-poop set (from China, might I add).

On our way out the door it hit me that there were still a million things we needed. Like plates and silverware.

I begged Issa to give me a minute or two to see if I could find a set of plates and silverware because we don’t have any–well, we have our Christmas set…but no silverware.

He refused. “No, Jess. I want to see my game.” I wanted to pitch a fit but I was too tired, so I acquiesed.

Then tonight, as we were unpacking our shopping bags, Issa decided to have a bowl of cereal. I told him we didn’t have any silverware and that he was welcome to the Christmas dishes but would have to find something to use as a spoon…I recommended the measuring spoon.

He scoffed and whined a bit at his plight. He poured a bowl anyway and sat down only to find that the measuring spoon tasted just like metal when it hit his tongue and I couldn’t help myself…I laughed…

I have to admit, I was a little bitter about the whole bed thing…and apparently so was his cereal.