kurt and i went on a date last night… for no other reason than i really wanted some good sushi and i wasn’t going to get what i wanted from a delivery (i’ll spare you the explanation, since i’ve done it in the past). it was absolutely scrumdiddilyumptious. the chefs at takara know their stuff.
but, we came home to some sort of natural disaster. jones ate the daisy that my friend judy got my for my bday.. and he tore apart some packaging which had that black foam stuff in it. omg. what a mess.
i should really start taking pics of the state of the livingroom to accompany these posts. you’d chuckle.
