So, when we woke up Saturday morning, the house was not ready for a party. And we had a limited window to borrow Shaun's truck and get party supplies. And Erica had a rehearsal. Panic! Panic!
What saved us was Noah. Yay Noah! Noah came over around noon and spent the next 7 hours helping us clean and organize the place. We got the living room looking like this:
Play a bonus round of "Where's Mustapha?"
Which, I suppose, looks like a regular living room. And you know, Fuzzy, the pillows and blankets are a little untidy on the couch there. But if you'd seen the GIANT PILE OF BOXES that used to be where that red futon is now, you'd know how impressive this is.
tricia
There he is!!!!!!!