Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Crossing Holly off the Christmas List...
Friends play nice. Once upon a time, I considered Holly to be a friend. Friends don't make each other take photographs of their messy houses. Why do you think I live in Sumas? By default, I have 15 minutes notice before anyone gets here, and no one is ever "in the neighborhood" because we're not on the way to anywhere. :)
Holly tagged me with the job of dropping everything, and taking a picture of where I blog, and my living room. Well where I blog is my living room, and it's also the dumping ground for everything and everyone in our house. Fortunately, I had one kid-free hour today and used most of it to clean. But (as you can see) I skipped the desk. We just moved it into the living room from the "office", which is now the "playroom". You can see I'm having troubles figuring out where to put all the paperwork that used to be in the office, yet keeping it out of reach of one increasingly portable drooly mouth. John is crashing on the couch from a long day at work. (At least I didn't take a picture of you when you were actually sleeping, honey! Love you!) Yes,t he TV is on. How else do you think I was able to blog?
I know I'm supposed to tag other people on here to make them document the disarray of their living rooms, but (1) I don't know anyone else who blogs who hasn't already been victimized, and (2) I'm nice. Love you Holly, sleep tight tonight!