I Hate When That Happens

I think it was Saturday when Mike said that he thought the waterbed had a small leak in it. Something else must have come up because the subject was soon forgotten. So Monday evening Mike was in the bedroom changing into his fat boy pants when he mentioned the waterbed leak again. It was a leak alright. The carpet was soaked almost up to the door. Oh Great!
Mike said that he would drain it in the morning before he left for work. Then a little later he goes to bed....... in the leaky waterbed! Well there was no way I was gonna sleep in that bed. Flashbacks of my drunk late brother in law slashing his friends waterbed with a knife went racing through my mind. Water everywhere. (true story) Since I didn't have any scuba gear or a snorkel I slept on the couch.
Now we have to re-do the whole bedroom. The carpet has to be removed, the walls painted, the waterbed must be destroyed. I want to get a real bed. He's had this bed since the late 1970's and I think it's time to move forward to the 21st century.
Now I have to clean out the other bedroom so we can sleep in there until we get the other room fixed up. Which means I better get busy and wrap all these Christmas presents, coz that room is full of them.
This was a bad time for this to happen but I'll be glad to have a real bed to sleep on when this project is done.