Quite often I find myself frustrated of a Saturday. There are many demands. Many needs. And many things/jobs I really don't want to do. Also, Sterling has been working a fair number of Saturdays, which has also cut down drastically on my Saturday love.
But today. Today was a great Saturday...the kind of Saturday that every Saturday should be. (But they're not...and thus my grumpiness).
First of all, when I woke up this morning and opened the back door to let the dog out, I was met with a rush of cool, awesome, stupendous breeze. It was about 65. It wasn't humid. The weather was, in short, perfect. Sunny. Colorful. Breezy. Very un-Houston-like-in-May. I approve.
Secondly, Parker and I decided to make biscuits, but I was completely out of baking powder (who runs out of baking powder?), so we were forced to make a Shipleys run (best doughnuts in the history of the world). On our way back from Shipleys we stopped at Lowes to pick up replacement plants for my blighted Vincas. If it's going to be 65 and breezy...then I'm doing yardwork. That's a rule.
Thirdly, Maddie, Becca, Parker and I hit the outlet mall to find the perfect outfit for Becca's pop show solo performance this week. I bought Parker a pretzel and myself a Diet Coke, and we sat outside under a shady umbrella and enjoyed the people-watching while the girls shopped. The girls found their stuff, and we left the outlet mall before my head exploded. This rarely happens. My head usually explodes long before anyone buys anything. True story.
Fourth, Sterling and went to Ikea. I LOVE Ikea. I love the smell. I love the tiny pretend living rooms, and bedrooms, and kitchens. I love planning my future urban loft with Sterling. My undying devotion is weird. We found our couch (the Karlstad) in record time and made it through checkout. Did you know Ikea only has self-check out now? This is difficult when you are trying to maneuver an entire couch through the checkout line. Not even kidding. Finding the barcodes required a graduate degree.
The only hitch was when we went to put everything in the car. The couch fit, but not WITH the chaise section. Lucky for me, Sterling is a packing, knot-tying afficianado. He made it work.
The couch portion had to ride on top. It made me super nervous. Instead of helping, I just stood around and took pictures with my iphone. He's a lucky man, right?
The reason I insisted on bringing the suburban, instead of the truck was because I wanted to go out to dinner afterwards...and I didn't want to leave our Ikea purchases exposed (and open for theft). That plan sure didn't work out, but Sterling was sure no one would steal our Karlstad sofa off the top of our car while we were eating. I wasn't so sure. I said, "Okay, but if we walk out of the restaurant and the sofa is gone we are driving straight back to Ikea and buying another one." Sterling started laughing and promised we would do just that. [Note: No one touched the Karlstad.]
Then, we had dinner at RA Sushi. And then we bought the rhino head at Anthropologie.
See? Best day ever, right????
I love the Karlstad and the Rhino head. Beauties indeed. I also am a giant fan of IKEA. They are well represented in my casa.
Posted by: Mary Theodosis | May 15, 2011 at 12:53 AM
I am an Ikea fan, but Chuck is an Ikea HATER! I think he is a hater, because he does not want to follow me anywhere and he is forced to follow in Ikea. I even find myself lost at times when I try to take a shortcut. Can't wait to see the Karlstad....is it named for your Dad? I wonder what "stad" means. The rhino looks amazing...can't wait to see it either.
Posted by: rebecca Ellis | May 16, 2011 at 12:42 PM
I am reminded of why I MUST read your blog more often: you're hilarious!
Posted by: patricia | May 16, 2011 at 12:53 PM