At LAST.
One year ago, the girls moved in to the playroom, which did not have closets--it was just a big room over the garage. A few months ago, Mike started to build the closets. Then stopped {ran out of funds}. Then started. Then stopped {no funds again}. Then started. Then stopped {you get the picture}.
This week, the closets are finished.
And I am a little more sane.
{only a little}
***The first person to correctly guess which movie I'm quoting in my post title--without google's help--will receive a Good Mail surprise from me.***
