Fanby

I went to Ikea today to buy a new bed (and I bought one! And a table! And some dishtowels! Damn you, Ikea!) I also bought a stuffed weasel named (according to the tag) Fanby. When I got home, I gave Fanby to the real weasels. They proceeded to chew vigorously on his paws, and drag him under the couch, and fail to drag him under the TV table, such that his head got wedged and the rest of him stuck out at a funny angle. Then they abandoned him.

Where is Fanby now? On the couch next to me. Why is that? Because I feel guilty. Why do I feel guilty? Because I gave Fanby to the weasels to begin with. Also, I am crazy. But.....I think Fanby is happer up here. And his paws can dry out a bit.

In other news: I built a table...the bed comes next week...I made nachos for dinner...had a lovely bath yesterday....my hyacinths are coming up.