Going Shopping

It's been 3 1/2 years since we hung out our shingle, and a long time ago,

we established how Saturdays work:

I take a picture of the shoes I'll be wearing, list the places I'll be shopping,

and out the door we go!

 Nice shoes. But not today.

 First of all, I don't know why I'm smiling...

...my hips are blocking THIS.

Yeah, that's right.

That little room arranging plan from Thursday?

I'm DOING it.

And instead of the usual bloogy,

 "LookanalmostperfectroomPOOFnowit'sreallyperfect"

post, we got ugly shots.

This is not the worst.

Mom's dresser went downstairs without a whimper.

The new armoire is on the lower landing, and we have a Mexican Standoff in progress.

I've removed everything I could unscrew and it still won't make the turn.

This is going to get ugly today.

 Savannah's prom was last night.

Because we had very little else to do.

The scary part?

The only part of that outfit, including the tights and jewelry,

that isn't mine, is the bustier.

Frightening, no?

But tell me she isn't stunning.

Sooo......

 Going up and down the stairs.

BRB.

If not back, avenge death.