My sister is coming home from college this weekend—and by “home” I mean to our parents’ house, which is not terribly far from my own house. My parents have been cleaning out their garage to make space for the large quantity of art pieces that are coming home with her. (She’s a Fine Arts major at an art school. There’s apparently a bit of art-making involved in that.)

Said Dane: But why are they cleaning out their garage? We have blank walls! We could store her artwork on our walls!

Said I: It’s mostly nudes.

Him: Oh! It’s… that’s… uh… [Eyes dart around the room, clearly making note of just how much empty wall space we have. We could probably fit four or five smaller canvases in the living room, two in the dining room, a larger one over the kitchen sink, three more down the hallway, at least one in the bathroom…] … Well! Um! That would certainly give the house a different feel, wouldn’t it?

Me: Wouldn’t it, though?

I don’t think he has mentioned the idea to anyone else yet.