D and I just returned from IKEA and we don’t hate each other. Yes, it’s true. No eye-rolling, loud sighing, complaining or muttering of profanities. The entire time.
Actually, I complained once that my feet were swelling and maybe two or three times that the fumes from the Ristoft and Erslev textiles were possibly halting our unborn child’s development, but all in all, I’m pretty impressed with my behavior.
In other news, D has caught me singing the following songs around the house in the past 24 hours. Some more passionately than others.
Rhythm of the Night – El DeBarge
Don’t Talk to Strangers – Rick Springfield
The Final Countdown – Europe
Who Let The Dogs Out – Baha Men