of Musical Chairs and Moving

okay so its Friday night and because im just so A-Typical I spend it moving stuff around the house

right, how brilliant is that?

so dad decided to play musical chairs with all the furniture in the house, so Brother and I are the ones moving all the tables and chairs and sofas and whatnot around the house

yeah, even the computers are not spared--> all the untangling of the wires

but all those are not the worse part! the super-worse-bad part of it all was that we had to move MY TABLE into parent's room and move an (almost) identical table from activity room to replace my table, and that was after we had moved the sofa out of parent's room to make space for my table going in

confused yet? good.
so back to my table (which moved into parent's room). I am....not the neatest person around (I will openly admit that) so when dad said I had to move my own table I almost fainted/freaked out at the magnitude of the task (yes it is no small feat)

so I finally found my library book that I was missing, I finally emptied my dustbin, and I finally chucked everything into the shelves (because they have doors- see what I did there?)

yeah its the equivalent of sweeping the dust under the carpet, but me being me....it works

so now furniture (that im used to being at one particular place in the house) are all in weird and different places, its gonna take some time getting used to

but still the fridge is in the kitchen and the com is on the table, so the 2 key things finalised is a good thing.

green tea in the fridge, internet on the com.

life is good (well, sorta)