Phew. At least it didn’t smell like lighter fluid and it wasn’t scattered across the front lawn. I have been fishing a lot.
Apparently we are donating our entire bedroom stuff and buying new stuff. Yippee! (< in green). I must have missed the memo. She pulled out all my stuff so she could photograph it for the charity. She didn’t want the charity to know I fold clothing exactly like how I wad up papers. We are donating it. I think a dust ball and my honey socks can be forgiven.
We bickered for days picking out the last set of furniture. And she won! Haha.
Three words: mid modern century.
. Why we can’t wait for the new year; the reasoning escapes me. Holidays, sleep in guest room, pull clothing from a pile...what can go wrong?
My egg nog is gonna be strong this year.