I spent the afternoon cleaning and rearranging my room. I moved a mirror up onto my desk, then moved a dresser over to where the mirror previously leaned against the wall. Then, I set up a bunch of photos on top of the dresser, since the TV no longer took up the entire top. I moved the TV to a little shelf that I grabbed from Bay's closet - she wasn't using it, but pitched a fit when I showed it to her. Get over it kid, I'M the mom.
I took a few pictures, but none of them turned out very good. I wanted to show my boyfriend that when he's here for a visit, he can now move between the bed and the bathroom without hurting himself, so I sent him a picture of the floor space. He used to run into the dresser - he's a big guy.
I don't have anything interesting to say. I am feeling blah and yucky and the only thing I'm looking forward to is the chicken enchiladas that I am making for dinner. Oh man, I just realized that I forgot the salsa. See how I am right now? Well, tomorrow is a new day.