festivus miracle

tiny chumley was hardly impressed that we woke him up early yesterday morning. To him it was just another ordinary day, and if it was going to be just another ordinary day then why on earth would he need to be so rudely awakened and removed from the warm coccoon of the queen sized bed that he lets his humans share with him? Blinky and bleary eyed, Baxter trundled off to his own actual little bedroom bed, nesting himself square in the middle and dozing in and out while teeth brushing and shower sounds gently lulled him back to deeper sleep.

Baxter's interests were mildly piqued as he saw things being taken in and out of the car. The little kielbasa's body tried its best to stay out of the way while his little mind whirred as it tried to figure out if all the unusual hubbub foreshadowed the impending doom of his being left home alone, or the promise of impending rideys glee.

"Baby dog," I told him with a hearty pet to his tiny noggin when I brushed passed him for the third time, "do not worry. You'll be coming with! And, we might even get chik-fil-a!"

okey doke, his eyes did tell me.  And after we all piled into the car, he hunkered down in his snoozer, trusting that we would take him exactly where he needed to go.

Yet much to tiny chumley's apparent chagrin, our three hour tour didn't take us to see family or friends, nor did it take us to the tummy satisfying land of Snackieville.  Our rather last minute three hour tour took us to where I needed to go, where I have been needing to go ever since I created a giant mess to clear space in my studio to make way for my holy grail of studio crafty space organization, only to find out that it would be out of stock for the next three months.  These past three months, of waiting, of cramped quarters, of losing things and tripping over everything, of being teased online with the promise of restock only to have dates fall through time and time again, location after location.

Til maybe,  finally now.  Could it really be true? After weeks of checking online and copious amounts of complaining to the Facebook ether (sorry my facebook homies), I had given up looking and become resigned to the fact that the earliest I would ever see my grail would be in the spring time.  But thanks to inadvertent prodding from my friend Robin, I begrudgingly checked inventory two nights ago, expecting the same half baked it'll be here in a couple weeks answer. But instead, a tiny blip on the radar.  My heart pounded.  Three units of elusive IKEA 5x5 Expedit in Birch Effect were back in stock and only at the store that happened to be closest to us and only on the day that big boyfriend had already planned to take off. Yeah baby!  Cue the glorious angel choir and light up the stage because ladies and gentlemen, THIS was a festivus miracle of major proportions.

Yet, when I returned to the car with my most excellent score, my loyal-little-lingonberry-let's-go-rideys longfriend was hardly impressed by series of fortunate events that had unfolded before him.

meh, u said we were gettin chik-fil-yay after this, right mom?

Yes baby dog. It's next on our list. :)