Forget what I said in that last post about being content with the space that I have…
My flour collection is taking over the world. Lucky for us we’ve broken a few drinking glasses over the last ten years so the glass jars can slowly creep into the vacant space.
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I can’t wait to have my living room back, so I can kick the dining room out of the kitchen like the house guest that stays a few nights too many…
(That’s a fictional house guest, of course. I would never actually refer to someone that I know in that way.)