Emma's new bed (otherwise known as Representin' Oklahoma in Italy)

Prior to leaving the states we knew that Emma needed a new bed. After all, the girl is taller than most adults already and hasn't even caught up with me yet. We really figured that we could come over here, buy a bed, no problem...... The European beds are not exactly what we've come to expect in the states, so cross buying local off the list. The BX has random assortments of pieces of beds at really high prices, ya'll know how cheap I am, so cross that off the list....But wait, all the stars aligned and there was a great sale the other day. We bought the queen size mattress set only to be told that we could have the mattress, but not a boxspring. The boxsprings are out and wont be in for at least two months. Ok, no problem. We drove the van down to the little storage facility in a tiny almost abandoned Italian military base, and (grandparents-quit reading here) tied the mattress to the top of the car. Chris tried his best, and almost got us the boxspring too (after all, it would be a sturdier haul that way) but no go. So, off we took with the mattress on top of the car. All of a sudden I was transported back to my HS days of doing stupid things in cars with the same music playing (I believe "Buffalo Stance" was on). To top it off, we both had hands out the windows to insure that our new purchase didn't flatten the Fiat riding our tail..in the passing zone...with plenty of room to go around.....because it's just funner to honk at silly people than to go around them. That was funny enough, but no, we're not done. When we got home we realized we'd seen a post for a box spring on the Aviano classifieds (their mattress was destroyed during shipment). Rather than wait two months we decided to go for it and drove 20 minutes away, at normal speeds, to pick up the box spring. Now, we're on the road again, this time with a box spring attached to the top of the car. Chris is sitting in Liz's seat to raise him up a bit so that he can hold on through the window. And the early 90's music is on AGAIN. It's dark, cars are piling up behind us (including a bus that eventually passes us), and we decide to trust the GPS. HA! We end up on a gravel road in someones farm land, going 5km an hour, with the full moon, and a box spring attached to the car. Eventually we do make it home, and now Emma has her new bed. Who else but my husband (or maybe my mom or brother) would do something crazy like that with me?! Oh yeah, bringing a little bit of Oklahoma to Italy.