Second, I will now share with you my initial configuration (sans art) for one of our living room walls:
I was so depressed about the bookcase I refused to do anything with it while it was in storage, so the bookcase was still full of broken glass when moving day came. At least this time I skipped the "professional" movers and had Husband-cat and my freakishly strong friend lug the thing around. They thought I was crazy for trying to move a bunch of broken glass, but my response was: "You can clean it up or you can STFU, because today is moving day and I ain't touching it." I thought it was hilarious that they'd rather judge and complain then actually do anything about it either. But hey--they managed to move it without disturbing the shards of glass even a little bit! That's my boys. Anyway, I'm making it safe for She Who Must Be Obeyed by blocking the opening with a case of wine. Because we're classy like that. Or should I say klassy?
I'd like to leave you with a thought for your day, courtesy of Aunt Macguff, but first, exposition. Aunt Macguff recently broke her elbow (whole nother story) and has a cast. As I said previously, a mere break will not stop her from trying to use the banged-up arm or perform activities completely inappropriate for a healing woman. On speaking of putting in earrings today she said the following, "I did it and nothing's bleeding so I'm doing really well! I would have stopped if there was bleeding."