May 2nd


With no internet and no phone and no cable, we decided to go to Ikea and scope out dressers, tables, headboard, and organizers. I thought we were just looking but Chris dove right into it and we picked out two dressers instead of just one. The are really nice and my favorite color for furniture… black ^_^
Then we went and were looking at tables, yes I know what you’re thinking I don’t eat at a table I eat at the computer or in bed. But yet he was looking at them, then he asked me what kind of table I wanted for my art. MY ART! Yes he was going to buy me a table to do my art, my photography, and my scrap booking on. Now I imagined a small square table. No, no this one is Huge and again black. And its all for me ^_^ he made the dining room into my art room, we are going to go back and get organizers later on once I get a pay check. So that is why its so messy...

On our adventures at Ikea we also picked out a new headboard frame deal for the bedroom when we have some extra money.

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