It's happening! Operation Let's Wreck Some Yellow House Shit Up is finally happening!
I'd like to give a big shout-out to that moment when you move your couch for the first time in like, two years and are confronted with all your failings as an adult human being.
Dismantling and moving our bed yielded a similar lint/cat toy/string-cheese-wrapper bounty, but also $20!
We're rich! And also kind of vile. Let's run for Senator.
Anyway, it's very bangy and screechy here today and the smoke alarms keep going off, much to Poppy's dismay. We are living in the basement for the rest of the week with a lot of furniture and closet contents.
I was planning to go work from a Starbucks or something but forgot to retrieve any pants from upstairs (specifically, they are all piled up in the tub in the master bathroom) before the work crew arrived. So I suppose I am trapped down here for today until they leave. But hey! No pants! Not a bad deal.