GRARARERN. Naturally.

That spells "rearrange" only it's been rearranged. Trickkkky.

We got a little note saying our furnace filter will be checked tomorrow so make sure it's not blocked by furniture or personal belongings. Naturally, my first question was do we have a furnace which was then followed by the question where is the supposed furnace filter?

and then naturally I remembered I have a giant metal box in my room. Which is also when I remembered that I've been having hot flashes since November and need to have a turbo jet powered fan blowing on me in order to get to sleep. (Clearly I'm not the biggest fan of the furnace filter or my choice of bedrooms.) I also naturally thought the best place to put my shelf was in front of the furnace filter as to block it's metalness. So natuarally that lead to me moving it away from the wall....which lead to me moving it the opposite wall....which lead to my bed shifting positions 4 times as did my dresser and nightstand and oops, let's move the shelf again to the other corner. and now the bed once more. and now let's put the dresser back where it was.

And here I am 3 hours later with a poorly rearranged room, a few bruises, and a grim future for that dream of being on HGTV. but my furnace filter is unblocked.

I also experienced the feeling of a little boy trying to head butt his way out of what I would like to think as a very nice, hospitable home. I don't know what his deal was but he thought the easiest way "out" was through my rib cage. I imagine his little bungee cord probably kept him from getting all the way out. That and my actual body. and maybe the fact I grabbed my side and laid on the floor...(his first time being grounded!) It could be that he inherited my bad sense of direction or he could just be going through his rebellious, I hate my mother stage a little early. Either way, you can expect we will be having some heart to hearts as to which way is the RIGHT way to come out once I give him the go ahead. Because I am in complete control. Naturally.

Which reminds me, I've always liked Kelly Ripa, but I hate the fact she has an outie. Having an outie is worse than being left handed or a red head. But now that I have time to reevaluate, I just want to say I no longer believe people should be judged by their belly buttons.

You may also know I've said the word naturally a lot. Naturally it's because I'm seeing how I feel about the word. So far it makes me more uncomfortable than I can tell you and as I read this blog over and over again, naturally, the more painful it gets.