This is the only thing (that I know of) that my dad warned Mark about before we got married. I am always moving furniture around. I've done it as long as I can remember. I inherited it from my mom. I think it is in my DNA.
Last night I had too much caffeine, I couldn't sleep. When I can't sleep I move furniture around in my head. Last night it was the living room. I finally got up and took measurements to make sure it would fit how I was planning it out. I didn't tell Mark about it. When he got home tonight, the living room was flipped. :) I really committed to it, I moved the photos.
Eddie was a big help, he gave input on where to put photos.
Because I was so awake last night, I also thought about what projects to start once the tennis season is done. This winter I hope to tackle the bathroom and the kitchen/dining room. Woo Hoo! :)
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