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.”
We find it on the bookshelf.
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!
Behind the Willows 
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?!)