Last week we took the Christmas tree down.
The resulting chaos left the house so comically messy that I photographed it.
And I mean it was a disaster. And we were supposed to host the neighborhood potluck the following day. Crud.
Meanwhile the bookshelf tucked against the side of the stairs was overflowing. I asked Don if he could make shelves that would fit better against the stairs and would hold more books.
Being the sweet handsome manly studly hunka hunka burning love husband that he is, he did so right away.
And we even managed to get everything tidy before our guests came over. Phew.