Now, I can get my whole fist in my mouth, I can get a beer bottle down my throat to the label, and I never thought I'd be able to say, "Yeah, that's not gonna fit", but seriously? I bit off a hell of a lot more than I could chew on this one.
That was just getting everything up off the shelves and the floor so that I could start moving things. They don't make pills strong enough to make that feel all better.
Now, if my husband came home from a Saturday night at work and saw that? I'd be available in the biblical sense. I had one day, 12 hours, to fix that shit. And somehow, but by the grace of god, I pulled it off.
Almost. Funny how you take pictures of your crap and then you post them on the internet and then and only then are you all, "Oh, that's a lot of stuff under the coffee table and wow, I still have that Cindy Crawford Workout 5 pound weight? I should use that sometime this decade." But still, 3 bookshelves got shrunk to two, with nothing sideways on top, and low and behold, I HAVE A COUCH AFTER ALL.
And shut up about the tree. We ran out of lights. I'll get to it just as soon as I hang the other picture on the wall. Anyone seen my hammer?