Damn Those Swedes

Run yesterday was good, if short. My stupid New Balances have been retired. They have given me their last blister. Bastards. I'm going to go beat them with a hammer. Because I am petty. So no run today, and after last night's dinner out (yummy) I really, really needed it to feel human again.

Damn shoes.

But I kinda like being slack on the sofa with AB. I could get used to that. I'll try not to.

Yesterday was an ideal day as well. Did I get a nap? Yes. Did I get a trip to Ikea? Yes. Those damn Swedes are too good at getting us to spend money. We might be doing something related to making an extra bedroom where people could actually stay with us and we might have needed a futon. So we bought two futon chairs, a cover, some toys, and other crap we did not need. All for around $300. Bought nice sheets (well, guest nice, if you know what I mean. Not buying Egyptian 400 count for the guest room, capisce?) and a bunch of crap at Target. Mmmmmm perfect day. Dinner at Famous Dave's complete with a Long Island Iced Tea.

I don't remember anything after that.

I think we bought AB some little girl panties (oh gawd those are so freaking cute) and she may or may not be wearing them today as we lay around the house. So far so good.

Famous Last Words:
"Let's buy AB some panties and have a panty day tomorrow."

Does that mean I have to wear panties, too?