Hee! The dogsitting gig is only a minor, minor thing. I swear! It's more Jared-sitting than anything else. (Heh, that sounds sitting. And strangely appropriate.)

They needed to be done. And now I can merge with my sofa, whee. And catch up with bookposty stuff!
I vote that you leave the decorating blissfully untouched and relax. All in favor, say aye!

Mmmm, Ethan. I am not a fan of Mark Ruffalo (or the though of him procreating), but mmm Ethan...