Can my house please be put back together?
Our house is a disgusting mess.
I blame it on the forever unfinished renovation. Everything on the floor in there is suppose to be in the living room and kitchen. But it needs to be moved out, because that desk–going to go. I’m anti-desk (I never, ever sit at them) and Paul never goes in that room. So we’re trading the desk out for a futon so that people who spend the night here actually have a place to stay (instead of the couch with Hazel).