So, lately Blogger has been a little wonky. Pictures disappear from posts (where do they go? to other better, more popular blogs?), posts get published twice after I go back to edit something..I'm not sure what's going on. All I know is that I hit *publish* and hold my breath. It's a crapshoot. But it's free, so why complain.
That bubbling bottle is my hubby's hobby. That disgusting slush of goo and liquid becomes beer. It's amazing. This particular batch is gluten-free since his sisters have Celiac disease. We'll see how this turns out. Gluten free=no malt=strange brew. Which also means there's no danger of this batch blowing the top off and spraying cat-yackish globs on the kitchen ceiling. It's happened. Twice.
I was thrilled to shop with Claire today. It turns out she also suffers from last-minute-buyers-regret-dump-it-all-on-your-way-to-the-checkstand disorder. We are our own little support group. We want it, we really do, but when it comes time to pay for it, we just can't do it--kids are yelling and whining and our husbands' floating heads appear to haunt us--"dooo you neeed it???" Pretty soon, we're bailing out stuff faster than a sinking ship. Sorry, Ikea employees. We can't help ourselves. Please forgive us. Until next time.
(a new haiku for you)
my messy kitchen,
cold toes, dreams of warm springtime
greet me each morning
2 comments:
unfortunately my husbands floating head didn't stop me from spending 40 bucks and wally world. Ikea already hates me because my kids insist on "testing" every bed they have.
Yeah, I'm guessing those employees had some choice words for our motley crew. And none of them end in "-staad".
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