It seemed just like any old armoire, despite it's grande size and solid wood construction. Yet, within this beastly baby's room furnishing, laid a cold-blooded killer. It killed space and time, leaving us basically in a dimension of what seemed like a vacuum, an abyss. We were unable to move side to side, or up and down. No matter the position, it seemed we would be defeated. "What about coming in through the window?" someone naively suggested. We prayed for them, because we so desperately wanted to kill them. "Perhaps if we cut off the legs and took off the door facing..." I pretended I didn't even hear that one. So, here it sits overlooking the living room peeking at me, just to see if I'm posting it on Craig's List. Hear me good people! I will not allow this killer to remain laughing at me in the living room. It's purpose was to hold Baby girl's clothes in Baby girl's room, but alas it can not. Therefore, maybe Holly will listen to me, and make a profit off of the peddling of this gargantuan savage and move to plan B. I'll let you know!
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