Making good on a promise to Amy

I'm hoping that the shots of the moon will distract you from the following two shots.  They are my way of making good on a promise.  Amy asked what I wanted to see.  I told her that I wanted to see her worst piece of furniture, and her messiest child's room.  She showed both.  Now, it's my turn.

The chair is one of a set of 6.  Only 3 remain.  Even those three are sad.  The wheels sometimes fall off.  The wooden parts are scratched and scuffed something fierce.  The seats are stained and yucky, from kids.  Yeah, I need dining room chairs, but they're expensive, you know?

Also, the child's room.  Tonight, Monica's is the worst.  It goes back and forth, but it's Monica more often that Natalie.  Every weekend, we have to yell and whip and beat children into submission until they clean their rooms.  OK, not really, but there is a lot of conversation about it.  Then they do it.  Then, by Tuesday, it looks like this.

I guess I should go down there more often.  But I don't want to! 

OK, so what do YOU want to see?  Let me know, I'll take pictures.  Sheesh.  That's a scary thought.  Be nice, or I'll demand the same from you! 

Seriously.  Want to see the dog, cats, or sharks?  Want to see an appliance?  How about a hamper full of laundry?  Maybe a dirty skillet after dinner?  It's your call.  Let me know. 

(please be nice?)