Why am I overcome with the urge to rearrange the furniture any time my husband has to leave town for more than 4 days? Is it because I miss him so much I need to do something to keep me busy, or is it because I hope that after 5 days or more of being gone he won't realize I've moved things around when he comes home? (He's not a fan of change, so the comments are usually more "You moved stuff around again huh" than "Hey, it looks great in here!")![]()
At least the dog's happy, now that his favorite chair is back in my library / writing room. He's about 100lbs of dog, so there's only one chair big enough for him to fit on. He's happily snoozing on it now.
Rearranged
Posted by
K.A. Steele
September 3, 2009
Labels: life