After seven months of working in the less than spacious temporary nursery and the last month working in said cramped and messy quarters with the plastic sheeting torn away from the new viewing windows so we could press our noses against the window (shades of
Stella Dallas) and look into the promised land, our day of deliverance is near.
We will begin moving next week!
Doing happy dance!
Of course, after seven months in a teeny tiny space, we'll all be complaining that we need roller skates to get around the new ginormous place!
Thor sez: Hey, look, what's that sound? Mommy on roller skates, falling down!
(With apologies to
Buffalo Springfield)
1 comment:
I don't know nuthin' 'bout birthin' no babies but it looks mightly purty in there Mizz Scarlet. Don't lose any young 'uns in all that space.
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