It’s becoming a problem, you know.  Everywhere I turn there are books.

On the piano,

on the end table,

in the hall on Hezzy’s toys,

on the coffee table,

even in the entry near the shoes.

You might be thinking, “and your problem is?”  Well the books themselves are not a problem, you know.   And neither is the fact that I have a lot of them.

Nope.

You know what the problem is?  That they’re everywhere and unorganized. I have a serious need for some bookshelves.  In the meantime, I need to get these books into one area or my eye is going to have a permanent twitch.

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