After a shit-ton of procrastinating and even blogging about my refusal to go to the doctor, I had finally made an appointment to find out why my heart sometimes feels like someone is trying to make a balloon animal out of it.
Said appointment was tomorrow.
They just called to tell me that the OFFICE IS FLOODED (wtf?!?) and they’ll have to reschedule me- tentatively- for three weeks from now.
Oh well… by then it will probably have gone away, anyhoo. Jerks.
On another note, we Ikea’d yesterday and I desperately want this:
And B won’t let me have it! (I can’t imagine why. I’m sure it doesn’t have anything at all to do with the fact that it’s $279. Whats, we got a coupon for like $16 off yesterday! It’s practically throwing money away NOT to buy it!)
Tell him how silly he is. Every good apartment needs a MooCow.
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Put your hands up and step away slowly from the IKEA merchandise.
Then again, who am I to judge – I’m about to blow my budget on an orange (sorry…RUSSETT) coloured sofa from Pier 1 that I just HAVE to have.
So you go right ahead and get your cow-ottoman-y thingamajig. Knowing IKEA, they’ve probably given it a name like “Mu”. With two dots over the “U”.
I stand in solidarity with your man. Say no to the cow.
…unless you buy a chair to match.
You need to work on your tactics. First, you should’ve told B that you wanted a real cow as a pet. They’re messy and hideously expensive. When he told you how idiotic that was, then you say, “Well, can I at least get this cow footstool? It’s only $279.” He would’ve been so relieved that you could’ve gotten two. And shoes to match.
I can’t believe Ikea sells anything for $279. That amount will usually outfit your whole living room!
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