Here's a second place though.
On New Year's Eve, Emma and I were moving furniture--you know, like you do. We whipped out the furniture movers and started giggling because it was so dreamy and easy.
Emma declared she wanted them for her wedding present. She said her children would never know the travails of moving furniture. I told her to wait 18 years after she got married to get some, she'd appreciate them more.
Adam assembled the last of my new bookshelf/TV stand configuration. I moved furniture and then rearranged it and then moved some of it back to where it started.
The whole thing was ridiculously easy. As a bonus my children didn't roll their eyes because they didn't have to help.
That is good news, because what if their eyes get stuck mid roll?
1 comment:
I'm glad your favorite gift has a dual purpose--to facilitate your fetish for moving furniture AND to keep your children's eyes in place!
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