MY HOUSE....AS RECREATIONAL DRUG....BUT NOT REALLY....

The hubs and the boy are putting up a big picture mirror on the wall next to the fireplace. It's a big mirror in an ornate gold frame. It's Abbott and Costello at work. There's a bit of bickering, the mirror is swinging to and fro. Here are some random quotes:

Dad: This thing is slipping, you're not holding it well enough.

Eli: I've found my hole, you worry about yours.

Dad: DEB! You need to judge how level this is.

Eli: Stop being so grouchy.

Dad: Stop being so lazy.

Dad: DEB!

Dad: Lift it up so your point is on the point.

Eli: ?

At this point, it occurred to me that perhaps we're overthinking the "level-ity" of the whole picture/mirror thing. Does anyone ever walk into another person's house and judge how level their items are that are on the walls? Unless it's a prelude to a haunted house ordeal, typically those things are not noticeable, am I right? I'm not willing to put any more thought into than is required.

So...while the men are hanging the mirror, the beautiful gold, ornate mirror, I'm just going to let them get it as relatively level as I can discern it to be and just....let it go.....

If you walk into my house and get a little woozy, it's not the candles burning, it's not the flu, it's not a fever, it's probably the ever-so-slight off-ness of my mirrors and pictures. It's not obvious, just enough to mess with your other-than-conscious ability to balance. Consider me your recreational drug of choice...AND I'm legal. You're welcome!!!