It was relaxing to browse Ikea with my friend Suse and her mom today. Her mom speaks as much English as I do German. We had a riot between Suse's translating and hand signals and our both understanding more than we could speak. We often made the same snarky comments about the hilarity of fellow shoppers and workers while Suse tried to keep a straight face for the all of us.
It's days like this when you are stroking corduroy pillows, tweaking the fake plants and picking out cheap steam punk art that bring the blood pressure back to a sane rumble.
the foxes are coming the foxes are coming!
i see an idea forming involving hobbits and cardboard. creative me!
a little false advertising with this one store! i couldn't find the damn stag plate anywhere!
i caved and bought this steampunk awesomeness! literary me timbers!
if only i had the space, the euros and the inclination to install it. i have to go wipe the drool off my keyboard now.