The couch cushion has been turned into a slide. The pillows, a trampoline. Back of the couch, climbing wall. Blankets form elaborate forts. And don't forget the trail of "stepping stones" going from one end of the house to the other in order to avoid the lava that has leaked into our house by some unknown source.
The more I put it away, the more it comes out. So, it stays out. One day I'll be wondering why my house is so clean (except for Jeff's stuff, of course ;O). I think that I will be sad on that day.
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