Sunday afternoons are a dangerous time in the Rabbit household.
I can wake up from a nap and decide to paint a room. Suddenly, I find myself in a hardware store grabbing blue tape and fuzzy rollers.
I have to fight that impulsive girl.
She's a HUGE pain.
She tried to rear her ugly head roday, but I fought her off with a stick.
Unfortunately, it was a stick of gum and I found myself in the middle of this:
She wanted me to paint the walls, but I compromised by painting some shelves. With books.
Dewey Decimal is rolling over in his grave.
So how do you display your books?