I’m sorry, Hazy. I’m sorry, Hazy. I’m sorry, Hazy.
See those big floppy ears?
Well, those awesome floppy ears that make her forever look like a puppy tend to get knotty because her fur is soft like a cotton ball and it mats really easily. So I noticed a knot the other day and cut it off. Then I noticed another and cut that one, too. I think you all see where this is going.
Now she has this big fluffy noggin and little nubs for ears and I apologize to her every time I look at her. 😦 I’M SORRY, HAZY!
Anywho, the house is coming right along and IKEA has officially gotten my first born’s college tuition. I swear if I could live there, I’d move in in a heartbeat and live off Swedish meatballs and lingonberries. Our latest shopping trip on Sunday morning involved my mom, 2 SUVs, and 3 rolly carts full of everything we could grab from aisles 9-34, bins 3-17. We picked up our platform bed that I wrote about here (thanks mom!), 2 more end tables (again, thanks mom!), a dining room table and 4 chairs, 3 bookshelves, and a dresser. And in true Scott/Jaime style, we had everything assembled that night before bed because that’s how we roll.
And I think I have a serious problem because I now want to get 2 more bookcases to completely cover that wall. It’ll be our little library. Then I promise, I’ll try to stay away from IKEA for a while ’cause let’s face it, I know they’re not going anywhere considering we’ve paid them enough to stay open for the next 2 years. I seriously can’t believe we’ve only been living in the house for a week and we’ve gone from this:
It’s slowly losing that unfamiliar hotel kinda feel and becoming more and more my home. Of course I’m still tip-toeing down the stairs in the dark, feeling for that last step before I realize I’m already on the landing, but that sort of familiarity will come with time.
Today is day 102 of no smoking and I’m proud to say I haven’t cheated once. Definitely still craving cigarettes everyday of my life, but when I see pictures like this, it actually looks so strange and foreign to me now:
I’m also happy to report that although I’ve gained 6 pounds, I think my quitting-smoking-weight has evened out. And I can definitely live with 6 pounds, it’s much better than the 20 I gained when I quit 10 years ago.
I swear I can hear the plant crying.