Happy Birthday to me... Happy birthday to me. Happy Birthday dearest Megan... Happy Birthday to me.
Lucky me. 26 years.
two six. six and twenty. *sigh*
we went to ikea yesterday on its opening day. it took us over twenty minutes of circling to even find a parking space. we decided to entertain ourselves by coming up with names to correspond with the rows letters.
A... A is for assholes who don't know how to drive. B... B is for bastards who let their kids run out in front of cars. C... C is for carcinogens which are being inhaled by the very unhelpful parking attendants. D... D is for definitely have a parking space. definitely definitly rainman.
so anyway, we take the escalators up and we somehow make a wrong turn and can't figure out how to get into the place pass the hundreds of people standing in checkout lines to get out. after bouncing around and testing a few spots, we finally broke through and were finally there! but... because we missed a turn we were in the warehouse. so we walked around for about an hour and a half lookin at all kinds of stuff. when we got all the way around i was thinkin three things...
--while $3 flip flops may cut it for normal everyday life, they are not good enough for a 3 hour tryst through ikea --i must be getting old because my bum knee is throbbing and will probably require a good icing later --how do they make such nice, affordable stylish furniture??
so today, for my birthday, what did i choose to do? *ding, ding* you guessed! put myself through it all over again. except this time i knew what i was doing. and we got through in a little over an hour. and i actually bought something this time. two sets of nesting baskets to organize all our bathroom crap. and i got my free $10 gift card for it being my birthday. woo hoo!!
which reminds me... if you love me and wanna get me a gift, buy me an ikea gift card! or just call and say happy birthday... because that totally rocks too. i've gotten lots of emails, voicemails, and text messages from people. i love my birthday!!!
