28

We signed the papers today, we're damn near homeowners. Friday's the big day, and you know what they say: "When god takes a kitty's eyeball, he gives you a house and a mortgage." We're in the midst of a Jewish holiday, Rosh Hashanah (the New Year), and Max and I will celebrate by furniture shopping. Which is really the only thing we've been doing for the last 2 weeks. But holy crap, have we found some amazing stuff. It's OK to furnish an English cottage in mid century modern, right?

Speaking of disgusting things you don't really need to read about, we were at IKEA over the weekend, and Samson got fussy. No, really. I'm not joking. So I did my normal thing where I give him every thing from my purse, his diaper bag, etc, to keep him occupied. And when he ran out of things to open, close and chew on, I gave him one of the paper IKEA tape measures. And the next day I found the number 28 in his diaper. Seriously. I'm sure I'll find weirder things in his diapers in the future, but that was awesome. It was all I could do to stop myself from taking a picture.