There were 3 bedrooms, and one bath.
Five females and one male.
There was no such thing as privacy.
Our living room was truly lived in.
I dreamed of living in a house big enough to have a formal living room.
A room that was pristine and stayed that way for company, and the pastor on surprise visits.
A room that did not smell like wet tennis shoes and deviled egg farts.
Well I’ve got that formal living room now.
My husband calls it a “Frou Frou” room and he thinks he’s special because he takes his coffee in there and watches “The girls” (our fur children) bask in the ray of sunshine that comes through the window every morning.
I’m here to tell that the “Frou Frou” room is a waste of space!
All it does is collect dust.
And other junk we don’t know where to put.
And frankly I am tired of dusting it and redistributing all that junk to other rooms.
So my “F” for this Alphabe~Thursday is for the “Frou Frou” room, which means a fussy or showy dress or ornamentation.
And I am thinking about knocking down the wall between the great room and the “Frou Frou” room.
Then we can have one giant living room.
I have come full circle.
‘Cause I miss the smell of wet tennis shoes and deviled egg farts.
Thanks for stopping by. Please take the time to visit with Jenny Matlock over at her blog (off on my tangents). You can ride the short bus there by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/12/alphabe-thursdays-letter-f.html