>Today I went to IKEA with my parents. I didn’t wear my mom’s pants. That is an accomplishment for some of us.
I am happy to report that the rumors are true. There are two -yes TWO – different kinds of gluten free cake in the freezer at IKEA. Torte, actually. Mmmmmmmm next time I’m taking a c-c-c-coolah.
I bought a pillow. I also noticed that there are large numbers of good lookers at IKEA. Lots and lots. The only downfall is that they are all with girlfriends or fiances picking out furniture to start their lovely catelogue lives together.
And now, some fun with grammar: