Re-arranging the furniture

My parents, mostly my mother, were freaky about the furniture. I mean, we moved a gazillion times growing up, but even so, my folks would rearrange the living room at least once a season.

I've got that bug. Poor hubby. He just has to do the grunt work.

It's like an itch. I just feel compelled to rearrange furniture.

I've been trying to rearrange my room, but sheesh, what a mess.

So I'm just gonna be satisfied with my blog.

Hope y'all don't stub your toe in the dark getting used to the new setup.