Sunday, February 27, 2011

Dear Diary,

We were up late the night before and I worked a lot this week so I needed to sleep in today. Don't judge me.

I do my "homework" right away so I don't have to worry about it later.

Scott thinks this is a good idea too.

I didn't do dishes last night after dinner so I'm stuck doing them this morning.

Scott makes breakfast. He pulls out all our options for fillings.

Aebleskivers, bananas, and hot tea.

The floor is overdue for a sweeping.

A week before we moved into our house we noticed a dent in our car. A month ago we finally got a quote on how much it was going to cost to get fixed. When we found out it would be $800 dollars we decided to try to fix it ourselves. This is our second suction cup. The first one just scratched the paint. This one would work if it could catch on a flat surface. Maybe we'll try again another day.

We have lunch at Ikea. The meatballs are the only thing I can handle eating there.

We shop for new curtains and other things for the home. We almost bought the light on the right before we realized that although it was a good price it was too generic for us.

We go across the street to the MOA. Scott needed a new shirt for work. Which we didn't end up finding.

Next we head over to Target to get a curtain rod. Ikea didn't have one big enough to cover our windows. We looked at rugs too.

We go home to ~~make dinner~~ heat up our leftovers.

We also got more candles.

Jambalaya, breakfast burritos and a Lift Bridge Chestnut Hill beer.

We work late putting up our new curtains.

We'll finish with the pullbacks tomorrow.

Good Night.

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jordan.kay said…

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