Where Did Our Furniture Go?

We had an appointment for the temple and Mallory got a phonecall from Rachel and walked out the door for a stroll around the block. We were unsure if she had a key or not and we didn't want to leave her stranded! So we shut the front, turned off the lights, and left the back door open just a smidgeon...all with Mallory in mind.

When we came back from the temple, we walked in through the backdoor -as always- and walked into a baren living room. All our furniture was gone. We looked across the hall and the guy's door was closed -unlike always.

We instantly pinned it on the Demon Child. Ryan.
But truth be told, it was Mike's and Tim's doing.

We found Mallory sitting in her room reading...except something was amiss. All her stuff had been transferred to the opposite side of the room. She asked who had let Ryan in. None of us had - and we explained the situation. Turns out, Mallory did have a key and we didn't even need to leave the backdoor open...

But we decided to make the most of bareness of our room! We had been dying for a picnic all week, but the weather had been absolutely crazy and uncooperative. So I put a frozen pizza in the oven and when it was done, we laid Taylor's levi blanket out on the floor and feasted. We got our fancy picnic afterall! Ha! Nothing can rain on our parade!

Michelle, Me, Taylor, and Mallory enjoying a picnic

Eventually Tim and Ryan came in and we demanded an explanation as to where our furniture was residing. They explained to us that they noticed our door was slightly ajar and came to say hi...and when they saw nobody was home, they struck! They didn't know when we would be home so they worked quickly to transfer all of our furniture to their apartment. We walked across the hall, and sure enough, there was two of everything in their living room.

Take that Tim.

Instead of being kind and courteous, the men refused to transport our furniture back. So it was with us. We had to move it ourselves. Tim and Ryan got a huge kick out of Shanna and Taylor attempting to move the table back through the door way. Tim was recording the whole process - and even more priceless was the epic moment when Taylor turned around and yelled an emphatic, "You guys suck!" to the camera. Priceless and forever captured. :)

Peace was restored once more and happy were we when all our furniture was back in it's proper place...but our remote has yet to be recovered. Be it made known that it is VERY missed!