I don’t think I understand IKEA’s new product display. It looks like a crime scene at Bob Vila’s house. Oh the Swedes.
If you’re slowly reading today’s diary there’s a good reason; it’s because it was slowly written. I had a splinter in my finger yesterday. I didn’t realize it was there until it was well embedded in my skin, gross. It was painful to remove. Then, later, I took a pot out of the oven using my bare hand. Ouch! To prevent anything else from happening I’m going to put on some gloves.
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AVE ANIUCE DAUY!
PS Happy Birthday, Mom!