This weekend has been full of upheaval in my family. You see, my maternal grandparents just got a move from the Department of Housing that they've been applying for for ages. They're in a townhouse in our neighborhood now, and well out of the block of flats where drug dealers get arrested a lot and the lifts always smell very specifically sus. Anyway, the move this weekend provided a golden opportunity for my parents to discretely lose some formerly white pillowcases dating back to the Soviet Union and other things grandma promised to throw away yonks ago. They're orange now and I have no idea how that happened. My mum decided that it was also an opportunity to get rid of their old saggy storage furniture by giving them our living room cabinets and buying new ones. This added furniture assembly and book sorting to the events going on in my living room. Luckily I managed to beg out of the latter on the grounds of, well, they aren't my books - I would have helped out with the former but my dad and the father of one of my brother's friends had it covered. Timmy, incidentally, managed to unroll an entire spool of wire all over the living room floor as well as tearing up ludicrous volumes of styrofoam.
But on the bright side, the living room looks really cool and open now! Of course that's because all the boxes of crap are stacked up behind the couch. Whee!
But on the bright side, the living room looks really cool and open now! Of course that's because all the boxes of crap are stacked up behind the couch. Whee!
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