But really, this is where I spend my days blogging and working. By my favorite stripey curtains, under the wreath that Tara gave me, with a rickety rolling desk and a faux leather chair who's padding is already worn out (the Willoughby bottom is hard on furniture)... right in the middle of the living room, to keep an eye on the boys. Or to be in their way and ruin all the fun, depending on who's telling the story.
Welcome to a little slice of Heaven I like to call
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to extract a two-year-old and his cars from the legs of this desk.