Did I tell you I hate moving? No? Well I do. It’s good and bad and evil and beautiful.
This is 1/100th of the boxes I still need to pack. If there’s one good thing, it’s that we’re packing so close to Easter. Egg boxes rawk!
Zane’s atrocious room is now empty. Except for the dust. And the deer. Oh. And the Christmas tree.
Our friend, Sam, is upstairs as I type this hammering and sawing and making noise tearing down the ugly “trim” and closet. Then he’ll build a dormer. After that, a bathroom will magically appear in the space.