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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
I'm not good at nesting
All I seem to do is make bigger messes.
I had all intentions of cleaning the nitty gritty out of my bedroom/bathroom today. Pete's going to flip out when he comes home and sees that I "rearranged" the bedroom.
It all started when I wanted to vacuum under the bed. So, I took it apart. And then I moved it. And then the the other stuff was too heavy for me to move so everything looks like sh!t and all out of place.
But, I changed my sheets, fvckers!!
Score 1 for Hezz!
And then I went shopping.
Score 150 for Target.
Re: I'm not good at nesting
I love you with all heart Hezzer, but I have to ask, who takes apart a bed to vacuum under it? Girl you crazy.
Is that a pregnancy thing?
Well, I couldn't clean it with the gusto that I wanted by just using the wand. There's a year of Kenzer hair under there. So, I decided to take the matress and boxspring off. And then I was all like, "Sh!t damn, I can just push this out of the way now and really get into it." And then I was all like, "Well, I always wanted to see what it looked like over there anyway...." So, then I moved everything from that side of the room out of the way and pushed the bed to her new home. But the dressers are like WAY heavy and as much as I want to have this kid, I didn't want to deliver her by myself on my uncleaned-due-to-random-room-rearrangement_bathroom-floor. So, Pete's going to walk in tonight, go upstairs to change, and he's going to yell at me for being stupid. But I don't care because I like where the bed is now... It's just that the rest of my bedroom furniture is pig piled in the middle of the room because I'm a pansy and can't move it anymore.
the end.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
This would totally happen to me, I get a wild hair and things can get ugly.
I love you, Hezz. I wish you could have delivered your baby in our safe commune where we would never shun you for being crazy and taking beds apart because we were WAY ahead of you with the bed disassembly. Ahem.
This does sound like crazy pregnancy stuff, yes, Fallin.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I was bracing for a good whuppin and he just let out a long, exasperated sigh. I think that means he likes it, Mikey.