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Believe it or not, on Saturday morning, John and I woke up, got ready, and actually drove to Belgium! I know! I was surprised as well. But we pretty much exhausted all of our reasons for not going, i.e. we are lazy. Actually, it was because we had a three day weekend, so we were able to devote one day to chores, one day to homework, and one day to drive to Belgium to look at the Very Expensive Furniture.

Friday morning - okay, look. I know I briefly talked about this already, but I am feeling a bit more wordy this morning and I would like to expand. So. I woke up and had a conversation with John that went something like this: oh, wait. Let me clarify, John didn’t actually have the day off on Friday, he still had to work, which leaves me being the one who needs a three day weekend every weekend just to get motivated. Anyway, I said something like this: “It’s so nice having three days off, because then I can have one full day to clean the house.” and it must have looked very obvious that I was not planning on doing it that day, or, perhaps, ANY day, because John said, “You mean, like today?” with a funny tone that said without saying “You have turned into the laziest person I have ever met in my entire life, ever.” Which, I mean, that’s not true. Right?

Well, we don’t have to answer that now. Regardless of what the answer was, I spent Friday quite busy, as I said in my last post. And, I know I said I was going to expand on that but I have changed my mind. Yes, I am quite fickle.

And then it was Saturday, and we drove to Belgium. We went by ourselves because when we asked the girls if they wanted to drive nearly two hours to Belgium and then spend the day walking around looking at furniture they said, very pointedly, “…no.” It was autobahn the whole way, so quite an easy drive, and all of a sudden we were in Belgium, we were in a completely different country, and that was very strange to me. I mean, driving across state lines is one thing, but across the entire boundary dividing one country from another, I don’t know. I guess I had sort of built it up in my mind. Anyhow, immediately after entering Belgium, you could actually tell you had done so. And NO, not because of the signs that said welcome to Belgium. I mean, it looked…different. Slightly. Belgium looked more farmy and European than Germany did. And then, just like that, I wasn’t really nervous about driving to the OTHER countries, and I realized how neurotic I am all at once. You guys, I really am weird.

Right as soon as we crossed the border, we started seeing the signs for like, one million furniture stores, and we quickly found the one we were bound for. And now, I have to go get ready for work, so come back tomorrow, when I will tell you about the furniture store and the extremely hot salesgirl who John steadfastly refused to talk to on the grounds that had he made eye contact with her he probably would have divorced me right then and there and hi, I wouldn’t have blamed him because: hot.

Oh! Also, I don’t have a mailing list anymore, somehow. So, if you were ON my mailing list before, you might want to just…check back frequently, until I can figure something out. Okay, great!

Oh, AND! Also, when I said last week, “I am going to Italy next week“, I actually meant, at the END of next week, or, more specifically, I leave this coming Saturday. This week, just plain work. Next week, starting Saturday, sort of plain work, in Italy. So.

Tschuss!!