Ivy: “Mom! I saw your yoga!”
I am confused.
I don’t do yoga.
I’m not sure that I have “a yoga.”
I’m not sure what “a yoga” would be.
I ask for clarification.
I get none.
After a long circular conversation Ivy sighs with exasperation and goes to show me “my yoga.”
The bookshelf, which I might add, goes floor to ceiling, has enough room for all my books and my baby gargoyle.
The unpacking is coming along.
Slowly but surely it’s coming along!
I almost woke everyone up laughing so hard. I can’t wait to see the floor to ceiling bookcase!
Don’t do that! Awake family totally ruins the relaxation of late night internet perusal!
Yes! LONG circular conversations! I’ve had a few of those recently! 🙂 I feel kins of like a fly on the wall in your house when I read your posts! I love them! Not flies…but your stories! 🙂
I mean…”kind of”….but you probably figured that out! 🙂 (Don’t you just hate it when you push the enter button before you’re ready?!)