I’m so mean. I make him read.
Our furniture does not fit our new tiiiiiiiiiny (tiny!) family room.
I am so tired I could cry. Cry real tears of suffering.
Can everyone in blog-reader-land please cross their fingers our old house sells. The longer it’s for sale, the longer I have to hurdle over the couch and bang my legs against the corners of the obstacle course it creates. It’s real human drama up in this biz.