A couple of days ago we set out in Allen’s Prius to go to IKEA (could we be more precious? I’m not sure that we could, but if you would like me to amp up the precocity, I’m sure I could try).
The whole way there, I flipped through the catalog–going back and forth on which desk I would get.
At one point, we found ourselves lost in Stoughton. I wondered where I might pee, or, alternately find some fine food and drink.
But then thar she blows! Like a mothership in the distance.
A hush settled over the Prius as we paid homage to our new nation.
And then two people who hate to shop spent the next several hours touching (and apparently buying) everything in the store.