They say that a messy home is a sign of happy occupants, right? Maybe they don't say that, but looking at my house in this photo I think they should. Because it's easier to say that than keep up with the three tornadoes I regularly welcome into my home. By the way, this is one of the last times Az was let so near to an unguarded Kleenex box; that girl treats Kleenex like confetti. Which then adds to a happier home according to my newly adopted adage. Hmm.