Don't Stub Your Toe! | DearDiary.Net

I woke up this morning just as usual.
Nothing different. Normal. Average.

Then at some moment there was this.... shift in the force.

And I knew that I was done for.

Furniture needed to be moved. Lots of furniture. ALL the furniture.

Maybe it's because we are approaching the longest nights of the year or the fact that it was gray and drizzly outside, or there were too many dog hairs in the carpet, in any case, I needed a change of perspective. I turned off the furnace, opened up all the windows and doors and went to town.. .

Well, I got busy.

I didn't NEED to go to town to do it either.

This:

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Turned into this:

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These:

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Turned into these:

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Never let it be said that I don't know how to shuffle the accouterments.

[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]Ahem.
Would someone be so kind
as to show me just where
my nest is now?
I mean, I'm all for
a good airing and cleaning.
Proper things I'm sure.
But this has gone
just a bit too far.
Really.

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