The Trivial Pursuit of Happiness

Yesterday Tom and I got a wild hair up our bums (wait, what the hell does that mean?) and decided to rearrange our office. You know - the room in the house with the most awkward furniture and wires wires galore.

So Tom went to work at untangling, dusting and hanging shelves, while Ella and I.. um.. made sure the TV still works.

Good news: it does.

We are still working out the small details (what goes on what shelf, where do we keep all the random crap we have with desks with no drawers?) before Tom’s parents come over for dinner tonight, but as it is the room already feels SO much better. Light and Airy VS. Cramped and Ugly. Okay, maybe it is still ugly (I blame Tom for insisting on the silver/black desks) but it’s getting better. We are thinking of using all of our instruments as the wall art, since we have a closet of guitars and mandolins and drums and violins that are being wasted, but want to make sure we hang them correctly, so that we do not ruin any of them. Because unlike my $40 guitar which I painted and doesn’t hold a tune, Tom’s instruments are actually *gasp* nice. Ha.

So: Operation Spring Cleaning is underway, with the next step dusting off our wedding plans (10 weeks? CRAP) and convincing the parents that a small intimate garden wedding without everyone they know is a great idea. They are coming over for a BBQ tonight, and I told Tom HE has to talk to them, since I get all red and stuttery. Bonus points for the fact that they had to put down their dog Sara today. (So very sad, BTW. I’m not trying to make a joke of it, just point out that really? It doesn’t help make today any less emotional.)

Off to buy green beans and rolls. Because carbs makes everything better.