Little Buster, Little Buster, all made out of ticky-tacky . . .
As I may have mentioned, by far the scariest thing about weddings is the stuff. I think I'm addicted to wedding presents, but luckily they have not stopped trickling in yet. We just got a chunk of change from Josh's grandparent's and I'm already drooling to spend it on one of the following:
1) a Dyson vaccuum
2) new diner-style red kitchen chairs
3) All-Clad pots
Also, today our first grown up piece of furniture arrived--Buster. Josh said, "isn't it nice to think maybe our kids will take this furniture to college." And I was like, "not my chair." I could not stop my mother from burning our ancient awesome recliner when I was in Junior High but no one can EVER make me throw away Buster. Josh was like, "you're going to die in that chair, aren't you." Well, I haven't heard of a better way to go.
By the way, Josh and I put the red alert on dying. Dying is not a good idea for the foreseeable future. Don't do it.
1) a Dyson vaccuum
2) new diner-style red kitchen chairs
3) All-Clad pots
Also, today our first grown up piece of furniture arrived--Buster. Josh said, "isn't it nice to think maybe our kids will take this furniture to college." And I was like, "not my chair." I could not stop my mother from burning our ancient awesome recliner when I was in Junior High but no one can EVER make me throw away Buster. Josh was like, "you're going to die in that chair, aren't you." Well, I haven't heard of a better way to go.
By the way, Josh and I put the red alert on dying. Dying is not a good idea for the foreseeable future. Don't do it.