So four more months and Mazi will be headed to Lafayette College.
Which means... SPARE ROOM!
What? Ain't no shame in my game. Before the back wheels on his suitcase get over the front door threshold good, I'm pulling the crime scene tape off his bedroom door, donating his bed to the Salvation Army (or maybe we should burn it), emptying the rest of that sucker out, and turning that bad boy into something really adult and special. At dinner last night, we all plotted what we'd do with our newfound space:
Mari: It could be a second guest room.
Nick: Exercise room!
Lila: I know! We could put a couch in there and hang some pictures and sit and look at them. Like a museum.
Me: Oooh! Oooh! I got it! *snapping my fingers, dramatic pause for emphasis* A craft room! I could move my sewing machine in there and make more drapes and practice drawing and doing collages and...
Mazi: *pouting* Um, we could leave it just the way it is.
Dead. Fish. Eyes.
C'MON, SON! #getdaf*ckouttaherewitdatbullsh&t!