My mom should have told me...

...that when I go to recover my piano bench, if I use my staple gun to attach the fabric on the bottom of the 3/8" board, I will feel the 1/4" staples through the foam and fabric when I sit on the bench. It is pretty though, right? And now it's a kind of torture device to deter my children from playing the piano. "You want to play? Go ahead, kneel on the bench, climb on up!" AAHHH!Oh well. It's out of tune anyway. Sigh.
I am currently on a cleaning binge. "Currently" meaning today, this morning, right now, due to end in approximately one hour. The whole bench fiasco kind of took the wind out of me, but maybe after lunch I can still tackle...something. As I was cleaning my room today I took a good look at the shelf on one of my walls. Look with me, see if you notice anything unusual...
Okay, good, good, a little cluttered, but good (that's my mom, so cute, her high school grad picture). The heart hanging below says, "I love you more today than yesterday...yesterday you really got on my nerves."Not too bad...the birdhouse got put there as an afterthought and then never taken down; the pictures are curled up and need to be replaced, but still okay...BAM! What is that?! Lava lamp. Kerosene lamp. Ammo. It's like Rus is creeping his stuff onto my nice shelf. Claiming ownership. Marking territory.
With what?! Really, what is that stuff?!Does this strike anyone else as funny?
If you'll notice, Rus also left his mark on top of my piano. Do you see it? Such a decorating sense, that one.