Things are Looking Shifty

We spent the day reorganizing the living room. I don't know why we do this. We have obviously forgotten how to have fun. Poor Barry just looks at me like "okay, sure, moving alot of heavy furniture around sounds just like the perfect Saturday afternoon activity, apart from a duel or invasive dental surgery."

I dragged an old rug out of the garage, we moved stuff around, then friends came over (one, who, thank God, is a production designer and all he does is move stuff around) so we had a professional, it's not like we were doing it blind anymore. And by the end of the day, the place looks actually kind of nice. Sure, the kids ended up in their underwear on the trampoline, dumping buckets of water on their heads, and the baby got warm tea dumped on her head, and we ate standing up by the sink. But really, when there's a new path through the house, it's the closest thing to living in a hotel that we can get these days. Our exotic has to be right here in our own living room for now.