I've been getting things into a better state around here. There are still boxes hiding in the laundry room, but I was going to get to them after I finished sorting out my office/craft room/etc. Which, I remind you, was about to get underway. The living room looked like this:
This past weekend, Husband went home to visit his mum. He came home with a van. This happened.
These are boxes of stuff that has apparently been festering at his mum's during the 15 years that we've been living together. They are full of things like old magazines, books, toys, and games; basically assorted junk. They are now in my living room.
There are two of these. What the hell, man?
I'm going to have a nap now.