I walk in the room, and this is what I see:
Every single blanket is staring at me,
I've got a Midget in the house and he ain't afraid to destroy it, destroy it, destroy it...
It's APRIL, people. And as much as I love a bit of cozy, some lamplight and family get togethers under handknit blankets as much as the next gal, I was kinda hoping these scenes would have been a distant memory by now, ya know??