I had never been to Ikea before I dragged Rashan there yesterday. It was his first time as well. May I say that is a crazy store. Crazy.
I walked in agape. Any store that is so huge they let you buy food in a CAFETERIA and drop your kids off before you go lose yourself is an automatic problem. Of course this made me walk in and start wandering and wondering. Where do I go? Where do I start? Will I make it out alive? We follow the masses up the escalator to the second floor as Rah quandries, "Why are we starting on the second floor?" "Shhh. Just follow them. They look like they know where they're going." Follow them we do and o.m.g. This store is CRAZY!!! The top floor is all tables, chairs, beds, furniture, etc. The bottom floor is my fave except we've spent 45 minutes on the top floor and I can't take it. After 15 minutes in the kitchen section I decide the I canNOT take another half hour to an hour in this place no matter how low the prices and must leave IMMEDIATELY. I get like that. Once I'm done, I'm DONE. We leave empty-handed. I can attribute that SOLELY to me hemorrhaging money while in Charlotte and not wanting to spending another dime. But like da guvnah, I'll be back!! For now, I'm just happy to have made it out alive.
I'm watching Anthony Bourdain (I do feel like a traitor because he came at my beloved Rachael Ray) and feeling the need to get some yummy food in Seattle. A place I can honestly say I have never in my life had a desire to visit. Bah. Television and the internet are the devil. (Not Rach, Anthony!!) Tonight, for the 3rd time in a week: Mexican food. (Though technically I've had the Mexican version of food in places in between. Almost everything I've eaten in the last week has had salsa and/or guacamole. YUM-O.) Has anyone yet seen my HH (no. 17)?