These were on the counter when I got home from work on Friday.
Because it was my birthday. And because life really begins at 26. And, because my husband loves me.
He left the receipt right next to them. I thanked him and told him he left the receipt. He said, “They were a great deal, right?” He makes me laugh.
Birthday weekend was pretty nice. Flowers. Dinner at a nice restaurant with pasta and dessert. Plus, Ryan and his parents gave me an Ipod nano. I think I may be the last living being without one. And, I adore it. Then, I went to IKEA on Sunday. Which is really a birthday gift in itself. And I gave myself permission to buy whatever I wanted. (It WAS my birthday.)
I came home with (too) many lovely things. (See those divine vases above? IKEA. More about my finds later.) But, not the one thing I really wanted. The weather foiled my plans. Any guesses?
I think that 26 is going to be a good year. A very good year.