So today, I drove out to Canton to go to IKEA to spend my birthday money. I forgot how long of a drive it is out there; it was awful. I finally got there and started dancing and singing in the car by myself, making up songs about how amazing and wonderful IKEA is. (Brett would have died listening to that!) So I got inside, breathed that fresh air of IKEA scent, and ventured into the hallways of wonderfulness. I spent a good three hours in there, perusing the new items, running around matching pillow covers to our curtains, pondering over which lamp shade to purchase, you know, the usual. It was absolutely wonderful. I even picked up a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls for our guests who are staying the night this weekend. So I drove home and unloaded and put away what I could.
(the rec room)
(we call it the rec room because we don't know what else to call it)
(we have too many rooms for our own good)
(another angle and this is only 1/4 of the room,
there is a hallway that leads down to the office)
After I got my stuff put away, I ran to the grocery store to completely stock up our fridge for our guests/party this weekend. I've never seen our refrigerator more full. Now I have an IKEA hangover; exhausted with a major headache. But I'm loving our apartment. There is still so much to do, but I'm starting to wonder if I want to work on this apartment that much. I might save all of this energy for when we buy a house. At least I'm buying all things we can take with us.
badly drawn boy - cause a rockslide