Well, I was commanded to blog, so I shall.
But I have nothing to say. Which is why I don't blog. Is that wrong?
This morning/afternoon was another Ikea adventure. Buckets of fun, I tell you. [/sarcasm].
Tonight, I get to get the spare room ready for Lori's mum to come visit. This bloody futon is driving me nuts. Some Swedish genius thought plastic nails/studs/whatever for it would be a good idea. It isn't. And the holes aren't in a straight line either. I hate it.