Congratulate us, we have curtains. I decided to bite the bullet around eleven o'clock the other night, and hoisted myself on top of our dresser, because climbing perfectly good furniture makes way more sense than, say, using a ladder.
Andrew snuck up on me while I was working, which explains the blurry photographs and my Chuck Lidell pose. I'm sure you're so looking forward to the day when I actually post a picture that doesn't involve a dog, a bad hair day, a contorted face, or MY BUTT.
I wouldn't hold your breath.
In other news, the bed and headboard have been purchased, and both are totally Master Bedroom worthy. We found killer deals on each, and I'll indulge you with details once we've, you know, tested the goods.
They have to perform!
Speaking of which, now that the curtains are hung, I wonder if our neighbors are going to miss the free peep shows?
I guess you can't please everyone...