Saturday, the man and I just hung around the house. (That's code for me being a lazy bum in bed watching the Jersey Shore marathon while Kevin works his tail off in the yard.)
After he finished mowing, he came inside and asked if I wanted to go to dinner, and to be honest, I'm pretty sure he only asked me out to get me to take a shower. Whatever, it worked. :)
This morning, he decided he wanted to take a road trip to the promised land
After we pulled into the parking lot at the shops I knew I was in heaven. He must have followed me into 5 kitchen stores and at 8 clothing stores. It.was.awesome.
At one point, this conversation happened:
Him "Um, where are we?"
Me "Babe, were in Pottery Barn."
Him (whispering) "Oh. Well, this is where their gonna send me when I go to hell. I'll be in here stocking shelves"
Me (giggling uncontrollably) "Well, it'd be my heaven if only I'd get everything for free"
At that point, I knew it was time to go. I didn't do much damage except for a pasta and steam pot set I've been drooling over. I'd say I held back pretty well and even left the shops slightly disappointed only because I've been dreaming of a blue french oven for ages and have only found them $100 and up.
*** LE SIGH***
Blah.... so it was off to Bass Pro.... and I spent most of my time in there sitting on the bench. Although, I was glad to find Bodie a new Nylabone.
If you are a dog owner, these are the best things EVER. I had one for him that was the small size and it lasted him two years. At ten bucks, you can't beat it, even if the shape looks...um...inappropriate.