Tired Papa hates furniture shopping and I am indecisive.
For the past eight years we've needed a new kitchen table. We haven't bought one because I can't decide what I want and then when I do decide Tired Papa won't come and look at it so we don't get anything.
This week however I am determined to buy a new kitchen table.
If Tired Papa won't look at it and then doesn't like it after it's delivered then it's his problem, right?
I figure it'll go really fast because I won't want to be inside shopping when I can be out in the sunshine.
At least I hope so. This holding my plate on my knee to eat dinner is starting to get me down.