Thank you for strong-arming me in Ikea. I think I could blow all of our money in there. No problem living on the streets, at least I'd still have my Besta bookshelf and my Mysa Stra duvet to keep me company. And you of course. You could be a street drummer. I hold the tip cup. We can work an organ grinding monkey in there. One that wears a diaper. Always a crowd pleaser.
Can we have date night at Ikea? Monday nights the chicken strips are only $2.99!!
I love you,
Your zoo-y, insanely frugal New Wife.
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