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The whole "Micole is uncomfortable" thing has become a cliche, but it remains true today. She wasn't able to sleep much last night. I slept fine. No snoring. Sorry Micole.

Tomorrow we'll be able to start moving baby stuff into the nursery. I still have to pick up the paper and plastic that I threw down for painting. We still have our mattress and box spring in the living room. We have to find a way to get them down to Grandma Stella's new house, because we don't have anywhere to put them. We don't know anyone with a truck big enough to carry a queen size mattress and box spring.

But, we do have a plan. We're thinking about going to a used car dealership. Then ask to test drive a big truck. Next we'll tell them that we're going to take it to our "mechanic" to get it checked out. So we might be gone for an hour or two. Then head home, load it up with the mattress and box spring, head to Grandma Stella's, unload it, then return and tell the salesman we're not interested, after putting about 80-90 miles on it.

I don't think we can do it. I don't know how to properly lie anymore. Sometime during the last 10-15 years, I grew up and became responsible. I'd feel too guilty. Of course Micole couldn't do it, because she would be laughing uncontrollably the whole time (and you know how Micole gets) and she would probably pee all over the truck. So if anyone else is willing to execute our deceptive plan, let us know. We'd appreciate your help. Of course if you've got a truck that we can borrow that would be good, too.