It's official, I'm moving. I'm moving to IKEA. And I'm going to marry IKEA, and have IKEA's babies, just as soon as I figure out how to, you know, in the biological sense.
For months, T and I have been planning a trip to IKEA. She had a few things she needed to get to help fancy up her house, and since I'm always game for a road trip, and I have grandparents that live 15 minutes away from Heaven itself, we jumped in the new Jetta and headed outta this city.
Firstly, I love spending time and seeing my family, so it was good to see them. It's incredibly sad to me to see them get to old. Grammy's hearing and/or memory is going (sometimes you can't tell if she doesn't remember that someone just asked the same question she did, 10 minutes earlier, or if she just didn't hear that someone had just asked the same question she did, 10 minutes earlier).
We got into town around 9 last night to find Grammy sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine, playing solitare by the light of the stove. You know, that sad little light above the range. Yeah, that was Grammy. T and I chatted with Grammy and Aunt Amy for a while, repeated questions and answers for Grammy as needed, and headed up to bed.
I gave T the big bed -- you know, that's what friends do, and I took the smaller room. I forgot though, that a) the walls are paper thin at the Johnson's, b) they provide nothing for white noise, and c) my family wakes up at unearthly hours. So I went to bed last night with some trepidation because I felt bad for T -- although she assures me that everything was well.
We didn't see Grandpa last night because he was already in bed, seeing as how he needed to be up at 4:30am in order to be ready for the bus to pick him up for dialysis at 5:30. Man oh man, I couldn't do it. Three days a week, three hours at a time, takin' blood out, puttin' blood in. Hearty Grandpa is now frail. It's just sad.
But back to IKEA.
Man, I love that place. I'm moving there. Because really, you don't need to leave. I'll wake up each day in a new vignette of a bedroom, take a shower in a new vignette of a bathroom, fix my meals in a new vignette of a kitchen, work in a new vignette of an office, and wake up the next day and do it all over again, all in new vignettes! I'm smitten!
I have adored 500 Days of Summer and was completely in love when Zoey and Joseph go to IKEA and play around -- that would be my LIFE!
Alas, we needed to return home, but not without a kitchen table, a step stool, some baskets, place mats, a lamp, a mirror, some light bulbs, a lamp dimmer, some glasses, and, of course, a set of animal finger puppets.
Those finger puppets are for Mason, of course.
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Amen, and amen. I felt the same way when I went only I'm very poor and so only bought a pair of tongs and an ice cream cone.
I was poor too -- my only purchases were drinking glasses for the Brown's, and finger puppets for Mason. Sister gave me money for the glasses, and they totaled less than the amount she gave me, so I only needed to spend $2 of my own money on Mason's puppets.
This is all to say, I'm cheap and got nothing fun, but helped T spend her money.
Also, look for forthcoming pictures of Dragon Brown. He's darn cute.
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