memorial day
Yesterday was a bit emo for me because I had originally intended to be in Boise for the weekend, but couldn't pull it off because of work. Phooey.
So I sent Ryan to his brother's bbq by himself and I rearranged the living room. It seems much less like a cave, now. However, all the stuff we had crammed in corners is suddenly visible and screaming "put us away before we embarrass you further!"
(I moved the broken lazy boy to the front porch so we can put it out with the trash on Wednesday, rotated the sofa so it was against the outside wall and slid the tv over to the inside wall. I like this much better. And Ryan forgave me for not asking him first when I explained that rearranging furniture can be very therapeutic. Only worry about the things you *can* change, right?)
So I sent Ryan to his brother's bbq by himself and I rearranged the living room. It seems much less like a cave, now. However, all the stuff we had crammed in corners is suddenly visible and screaming "put us away before we embarrass you further!"
(I moved the broken lazy boy to the front porch so we can put it out with the trash on Wednesday, rotated the sofa so it was against the outside wall and slid the tv over to the inside wall. I like this much better. And Ryan forgave me for not asking him first when I explained that rearranging furniture can be very therapeutic. Only worry about the things you *can* change, right?)