New furniture!

PDaddy got a new leather recliner for his birthday (albeit belated thanks to his superb bike crashing skillz). It's really nice and looks great in the living room, but who cares about that when something even greater is taking place! What, you ask, is so great as to overshadow new furniture of the leather variety? Oh, well...only the fact that my kids have been entertained for no less than 24 hours with the ginormous box that the ridiculous chair came in! Yes, The Box of Happiness now resides in my living room where it has been magic marker'd, secret entrances carved through, stuffed animals bussed in, and 2 (Jack is too old, I thank you very much, for such nonsense) very engrossed children huddled within it's walls. A few minutes ago Sam started gasping for air and falling out of the secret hatch PDaddy carved in it for him while he clutched his throat saying, "Sheesh Sophy, next time you have to fart go OUT of the box PLEEEZEE." Looks like I should get them a carbon monoxide tester for their new crib.
Gotta scoot. I'm off to get a pedicure with a friend in hopes that my crusty, nursing home feet will be a bit less offensive for the folks on the beach in Florida. The hair of despair is getting highlighted and trimmed on Friday, all in an effort to not look like I've lived under a cardboard furniture box for the last few months. Ha!