First, he invited me to come live in sin. Then, he invited me to marry him. Little did he know much baggage came with each! Funny thing is, I don't even read in there. I just store them there until I can go through them and pitch them on the weekend. And when I do that, someone undoubtedly gives me a new one! I'd like to store them elsewhere, but...
- My printer is under the end table.
- My knitting supplies and paper box are shoved behind the couch.
- My knitting books and wedding miscellany are stacked on the bedroom shelf.
- My wedding binders and projects are stacked under the coffee table.
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Tell me your marrying a drummer! I did and boy is therre a lot of compromise when it comes to keeping drums in the living room (and the bedroom, and the office, and the garage)! Oh, the price of marrying an artsy type!
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