So welcome to Casa de Redneck, a place where dressers and dining room tables coexist peacefully in the living room. As do semi-hairless mutts and AKC showdogs. Thank goodness they hit it off, but then Arwen is an extremely social dog.
Bringing my mother home to the mess was a little weird. Add that the movers had packed her luggage so she had no clothes, and the meter approaches ridiculous.
If you'll excuse me, the only furniture NOT in my living room is my living room furniture. That's in the fire room. And I'm going to get some bookcases painted before I bring them back in. All this weekend. Yes, I'm serious.
(Hey, don't my floors look awesome?)
The dryer IS working, and we're also furiously doing load after load of laundry. Which is a good thing, because I don't think my mother is really a Green Day fan, ya know?