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We decided to turn my office into Baby Dot's room, and that I would move my office stuff into the man room. (Scary, I know. Many of you can back me up on this.) Matt has worked very diligently to make room for my stuff so that we can make room for all of Baby Dot's stuff. It's overwhelming for me just to go into office when it is in transition because (1) I like office things, and therefore have a few "collectibles" and (2) I hoard old books, so I have bookshelves full of useless books (do I really need my Personality book from undergrad psychology?!). I've just recently begun working in the office to get things moved since I was so sick for quite awhile. But, now that I'm able to get in there and get busy, I thought we needed to designate the room as an official construction area!

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  1. King AmyDecember 9, 2009 at 11:03 PM

    i cant even imagine how stressed you are moving an office!! hopefully you can do "show and tell" when its all done!!

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