Ikea is overwhelming. I kind of feel like if you don't have a list you shouldn't go. And someone should have a class on how to shop there. And there are SO MANY people there, lots of asians. Its weird. I mean I don't mind asians but being in a warehouse with 5,000 of them is definitely awk. I came home to my awesome hub and baby and she walked up to me saying my castle (from Dora-shoot me) and it sounds very much like she is saying "my asshole". Needless to say, I made her tell me about her castle all night for laughs. She is like a 2 year. My in-laws asked me to look for a little table and chair set for her at Ikea, I found a cute one for $25! I sat her down at it to color and once again reminded her that we ONLY color on our paper. I got to cooking and turned around and she had morphed (there is no way she got out of that chair without me hearing her) to the kitchen floor and was sitting on a black tile coloring an ENTIRE white tile red. Mother eff. Clorox wipe got it up but holy god at the fit she pitched when I took the crayons away. Like hyper-ventilating, stomping, choking out, throwing things fit. It was epic. I went to the back of my house to ignore her. She followed me so she could throw it in my closet, then wrapped herself in my curtains and forgot about the crayons. Weird. I did not want to come back to work today. I fully believe that I am going to win the $71 mill quick pick ticket I got in Georgia on my way home. I really hope I do, I have big plans. Drawing on Tuesday, I'll keep you guys posted.
Sister can WORK a meatloaf.