After listening to my mother and sis-in-law wax poetic over Ikea for a tedious HOUR, I have vowed never to enter one.
And after seeing the
totally awesome most comfortable chair ever that Mom bought, I was singularly unimpressed. It reminded me of a chair I assembled for a dollhouse long ago....
Ya'll can keep your Ikea madness, I am immune.
I don't want a yak. I can't keep an emu. I can't find an alpaca that can come live with me. I do have baby chicks though. And very unhappy teenage chicks that no longer live under a lamp and it's gonna get darned cold again really soon. Plus, it may snow tonight/ tomorrow morning.
Obviously, I'm in no better spirits than I was a while ago.
It doesn't help that the copier/ fax machine is still dead and it may be tomorrow before they can get it fixed. Lovely.
I'm very grateful that tonight is pizza night and then a new episode of Big Bang Theory. Plus there is a slice of Key Lime pie in the fridge for dessert. I was suposed to eat the KL pie yesterday, but I slept through dessert. Silly me.
I lie in a hammock and watch my chickens have free-play, and a cat forces me to abide her company. So dacs is not unique on the cat/hammock thing. Except that I have chickens that push the cat away and lay on me on the hammock.