I got a new office chair!—all purple, pretty, and perfect! My lower back has been achy lately, so we decided to stave off future grievance with a striking piece of rolling office furniture. I put it together myself! I watched the birth of my chair! It was brilliant. This chair, besides being just the prettiest chair that you ever did see (this chair could grace the cover of Vogue), is comfortable! I could sleep in this chair. My chair. My pretty, pretty chair!

OH!—and did I mention that it's very pretty?

We went to Smokey Bones for dinner tonight...we both had headaches, but thoughts of my chair kept me happy. Miles ordered a buffalo burger with mushrooms and onions, beans on the side. I ordered a vegetarian burger with mushrooms and onions, broccoli on the side. The waiter came out with our meal, looking perplexed. He said, "I think they confused your sides." He set our plates down, moving the bowl of broccoli closer to me, and the beans closer to Miles. He departed. We studied our food, looked at each other, and traded plates. NO, "they" did not confuse our sides, Sir Waiter! So, I found myself amused with both our waiter and my chair. Life was good.

Then...THEN! We are driving home and Miles decided to pull into the Kirkland's parking lot! KIRKLAND'S! I love Kirkland's! I crossed the threshold and my knees began to buckle. I turned to Miles and whimpered, "It's been so long! *enter the emotion-cracked voice* I love it here!" We bought a clock that was marked down to $12.50 because the glass face was broken. No matter! I brought that baby home and shattered the rest of it right off...now it's as good as a new glassless clock! The clerk at the store was very worried that we would cut ourselves on the glass (Miles has that "look" to him) and proceeded to wrap it in roughly 20 feet of paper before placing it in the bag. I think the two clerks who wrapped it each sustained more [paper] cuts than the glass ever could have inflicted. Crazy Kirkland's clerks. I left the digital camera at the office, but here is a picture of the clock from Kirkland's site...imagine it without glass and it looks pretty similar to ours!

Pretty chairs, confused waiters, glassless clocks...my life ROCKS!