I broke the bed

I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but I broke our bed twice last week. All I know is that when Shelley's on the bed, everything's cool. But when Tubby Tubberson (me) gets on, everything breaks down. Twice. The last time was in the middle of the night and I didn't do anything. Yet, it was my side that broke. The only real explanation is that my brain must be getting bigger...because I'm sure that I'm a getting a lot smarter. Either that, or it's large quantities of Korean BBQ that I'm eating.

Here's a nice picture of our bed in the corner of the room and the broken frame. Anyone know a good carpenter in the Tokyo area?