Last night after work I came home very restless. I did not feel like sitting still and my freshly cleaned, still sopping wet carpets were not very condusive to staying in.
I felt it in my bones that I needed something at Kirklands... one of my favorite home decor stores. Probably because my home is still a completely blank canvas with absolutely no decor. I had no clue what it was I was after, but I knew if I went there, I was bound to find something to put up on my stark naked walls.
And if Kirklands didn't suffice, there was always a variety of shopping in Central Park that would fill my void and itch to go SOMEWHERE and get SOMETHING!
My husband is use to my non-stop personality. I rarely sit still long enough to let the dust bunnies settle. I was hoping that I could convince him to join me on my little adventure... but was not confident because shopping is not on his TOP TEN list.
Me - "Wanna run out with me?"
Hubs - "Where are you going?"
Me - "Kirklands and Ross."
Hubs - "Yeah sure, I need to get socks before we go.." (back to the wet, but finally clean, carpets... he ventured out on them too soon)
Me - "Ok, what do you want to get for dinner?
Hubs - "I thought we were going to Kirklands and Ross, what do they serve?"
Me -
chuckling "Heaping helpings of candlesticks and wall sconces..."
Hubs - "Oh, I thought that was a restaurant. Damn. Sounded like a steakhouse."
Me -
still laughing "I'll get you steak if you come shop with me."
The poor guy ended up coming out with me anyways... on a fruitless trip that did not yield a single wall sconce or decorative hanging.
To make up for things, we went to Hooters and he got his fill of wings and boobs.
Husbands say the darnedest things!
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