Last week, in a spur of the moment, I decided to rearrange my basement library. I wanted free up some bookshelves to make room for…well, more books.
It took bribery, a dash of cajoling, and threats of bodily harm to get my family to help.
At first, I didn’t think I have enough books to fill up the shelves (I know right?).
But I didn’t have anything to worry about. It turns out, there aren’t enough shelves. There are NEVER enough shelves.
Join me on my next moment of insanity, will you?