I love to move furniture,
It's a blessing and curse !
As the years go by...
It seems to get much worse.:(
It use to be I'd move a lamp,
Or maybe a picture or even a chair.
It made me happy beyond belief !!
To move a couch from here to there.
It's really gotten away from me..
And now it has a will of its own:(
This urge just takes ahold of me,
It's the scariest force I've ever known!
My husband walks into a room that I'm moving,
Takes one look and retires to his room.
I hurriedly make the fihishing touches,
Plop down on my chair and just swoon