I think I have a problem. And that problem is that every time I move, I feel the unbelievable need to go to Ikea. What is the deal? I spent about 20 minutes today inner monologue-ing with myself about how much stuff we have that we don't need - about how much stuff we have that we could donate or give away, etc. etc. We live such a full life, but its not because we have a bunch of stuff.
Ugh to you Swedish furniture. But you held my hand and dragged me away from textiles, rugs, curtains and such things that we truly do not need. However, you had to have been impressed by my sheer will to keep moving forward and not peruse. I blame that on the massive burger I had just had at Twisted Root; it provides you with a sense of urgency. And a sense to move very quick to burn off all those calories you just had.
But thank you for a day of adventure and errands. Its always more fun with you.
I love you,
Your New Wife.
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