As I was taking these pics, I was fantasizing that Bryan was busy unloading all our provisions and that our imaginary kids were bouncing around, excitedly picking which loft bed they would like to sleep in, all the while Birdie is watching them with her tail whipping like crazy and that I was fussing over the contents of the kitchen. It paints a pretty picture doesn't it?




THE BED FROM HELL!
Seriously, we did not get ANY sleep that night! We tossed and turned so much that when we finally got up all we could really do was laugh about it. All of Bryan's shifting kept pulling the blanket under him and all night I was tugging and nudging him until finally at dawn he stood up, bunched up the blanket and tossed it on me while shouting, "I'm not even using it!!!"
THEN, when I got up a couple hours later, guess who's covered up to his chin with the warm cozy blanket?!
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