Oh No

I just realized my landlord was going into my apartment this morning to replace the window screens.

I have 65 plastic buckets from the dollar store in my living room, along with rolls of colored butcher paper and about a million popsicle sticks.

I have 12 centerpieces crunched on my kitchen table.

And there are piles of beach towels, sunglasses and flip flops stacked in my second bedroom.

My landlord is going to think he's renting to a crazy person who is absolutely obsessed with summer decor.  (But really I'm just the  Relief Society Additional Meeting Coordinator in my ward... and we have a dinner on Wednesday.)  Aggghhh.  I'm kind of embarrassed.