The Sniglet finally has his very own room, what was formerly Dr.Bob's sanctum sanctorum. Which means He Who Must Be Taken Seriously has moved in with me, and now it seems my bedroom/office could use a bit of spiffing. The piles in the corners, for instance, have got to go, and the whole mattress-on-the-floor thing is also a little too college for a pair of suburban parents beginning the slide into middle age. Today I needed to change the sheets and I noticed we don't really have enough bedding. And I could use a desk. So yes. Housy things must be purchased, and we all know what that means. Come on, sing it with me...
That's right. The single greatest threat to marital stability in the Western World, Houseware Hell, Particle Board Unlimited itself. And he did say we need to go and get some stuff. Some time. In the future. Not now. That's okay, I can wait. And while I wait, the Bob the Builder sheets are on his side of the bed.
Muuahahaha...
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Hahahaha! That's good strategy. What's next? Sesame Street sheets?? *LOL*
If that's what it takes.
There's a new (semi) IKEA in Frisco, Texas, that I haven't checked out yet. I'm an IKEA virgin. I think it's about time my Dear Hubby takes me there... Yessiree...
I lurve IKEA!!
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