O.K., so I just figured out why I can't seem to blog anymore.
We turned our office/music/guest room into an office/music/playroom. The blocks and trains have taken over. Is this really worth a neater house? I look over my shoulder as I type and am weary that Coconut the Bear is plotting a secret vendetta. Dora and June have been stuffed in a clear box and seem very unhappy as contortionists. My former feng shui teacher would be mortified...maybe she could send her tree-living gnomes to help clean up.
I need a space that is all mine. Whaa haa haaaa, all mine!!
I don't know whether to read that last bit as Cruella Deville or Wanda Sykes.
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