We have reached a new milestone. I am pleased to announce that both children are officially tall enough to be left in the ball room at Ikea. Kiddies play while the parents peacefully spend their hard-earned dollars on substandard DIY furnishings. Thank goodness for that.
Why don't all stores have a ball rooms?
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<tuesday april 20, 2004 - 9:29 a.m>
Yesterday I had an embarrassing conversation with a toilet bowl salesman that included words like "stick" and "solids" and "trap" and "quick flush" and "volume."
I was dying to sit on a floor model that I was interested in (just to see how it fit, you know?), but I was afraid he'd see me and make that, um, visual connection.
Gadzooks. Please tell me I'm not the only one who has this problem.
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<monday april 19, 2004 - 7:35 p.m>
Dear Reader,
I'm not training for a marathon, yet I feel like I've been running all day. I am tired tired tired. And there's no real reason. I will have to chalk it up to work, and many hours spent here in front of the computer.
Once this large chunk is out of the way, I can get back into the regular swing of things.
Once this large chunk is out of the way, I can get back into the regular swing of things. 
