Sven is a coat rack.
I'm going to take him to my office this week. On the days when we wear coats, we end up draping them over our chairs or on the couch or someplace. It's ridiculous. I was in Ikea today with my friend and new colleague Bess Sadler, and the woman ahead of us in line had Sven's brother. She said they were in the children's section. I should look in that area more carefully, I guess. I made Bess wait as I dashed back upstairs (in Ikea, this means weaving around people with carts, finding the "shortcuts", getting disoriented, battling traffic flow and so on). I am so pleased to have rescued Sven, though. And he's going to love our office. And we're going to love having him around.
1 comment:
maybe this is why I can never get a date.
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