The point at which we finally stop pretending.

Pretending that we don’t have a crapload of stuff!

"hi, i'm here to take over your life"

So, Dave and I went to IKEA the other day. We borrowed Dave’s brother’s truck and cruised on over for a day of cheap furniture and oddly-flavorless-but smells-fantastic cinnamon rolls. We had a desk that we wanted to pick up and anything beyond that was bonus. Well, we ran across this bookcase that we’ve admired before, and it was a decent price, we had the truck, the planets were aligned, and so we bought the thing.

Brought it home, Dave set it up, and ever since then our house has been turned upside down! We moved it to one wall…eh, too big…moved it to another…nope,doesn’t look right. Thought, “What if we used it as a room divider in this room that we totally weren’t expecting to place this large bookcase in?” “Yeah. Great idea!” *eye roll*

So now we’ve got ourselves into a semi-major job of cleaning, organizing, throwing junk out of, finding donation items, redecorating, and completely rearranging two rooms in our itty-bitty house. It’s incredible how many ball point pens we have people. Seriously. I think they’re breeding.

Ugh. I hate junk!

TONIGHTS MENU:

crackers

water