Re-Arranged

I just re-arranged our bedroom furniture...again.  I play these little games with myself - "how much furniture can I rearrange before Steve comes home?" "What will he not mind if I 'accidentally' throw out?" "What will he notice first?" "What will he never notice?" But today's rearrangement was fiercely intentional instead of my usual impulsiveness. I even took  my own tape meausure out to make sure the furniture would fit in it's new position before I started my dismantling. And yes, the emphasis is on dismantling. A few weekends ago I got this idea in my sleep to put a bench in the hallway where our desk used to be, and as timing should have it, Steve was on a business trip. So, I trekked to the store where I carried the heavy piece a few blocks all by myself before I hailed and then found a cab it would actually fit in, and once I got it into the apartment I had to start dismantling the old desk apart before I could start mantling a thing on the new one. I even got my drill out and this part makes me boast because yes, I do know how to use a power drill. But I digress. Today's rearrangement was even more fun because we are making room for furniture that we are expecting in a few day's time as part of our anniversary present from my grandmother. Steve thinks I'm insane - "MORE change?" But I love it. In college LT nearly threw me to the curb when she returned from class (er, the pub) sophomore and then again junior year to see I had changed our entire dorm room around all by myself and without her asking (um, neither time). "But I love change!" I shouted back at her before she made me change it all back to the way it was.  All cement bed and all. All before bed time. And all drunk (er, high). Well now I have someone who appreciates my decor so THERE, LT!