Now I’m hot. And tired. And minus one chair in the living room.
The problem is that my rocking recliner that we got off of freecycle is so battered and beat up and just ugly I wanted to switch it out. I happen to have a lovely chair in my bedroom (yes, I keep extra living room chairs in my living room, got a problem with that?). But once I started shoving stuff around – I don’t know what happened. It suddenly seemed as though we needed something new, a fresh vantage point… and now I had to move everything around, my arms are sore and we don’t have room for the chair after all. Marc is not going to be happy about this – but hey, I’m the one who’s home all the time and looking at it, right?