I finally made it to Ikea, that finally made it here this summer. Finally!
But they have no feather pillows, and I went for the pillows... what is up with that?
Anyway: Ikea highlight: I was living the interior dream in theliving room section, fondling rugs and throws, when Birdhouse In Your Soul came on.
I never hear this anymore. It's up there with the songs I Love Most Of All. Please turn it up and bounce around, and channel Alan Crotty in the Rugby Club Disco circa 1990, dancing around like Joyous Abandon personified.
Sigh, I miss him, my friend who slipped away from me. That sounds like he died but he's fine, he just wasn't bothered to keep in touch :(
Meh, anyway, still a happy association. Please turn it up and revel in the lyrics and dance around and sing?
PS - yeah, I tried the Daim cake. Nggngngn.
3 comments:
Ikea... I call it furniture porn.
I KNOW!! It's such an excellent song, the lyrics are top class - I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend but I'm a little glowing friend but really I'm not actually your friend...
That's a real ice-breaker of a line, that is.
Hee. Love you K8!
Mwa, we are sisters. Sisters!
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