On the Lamm
Jeff has the fever. Again. Is it in the Ikea air? Do they pump some magical, selective substance through their blue-and-yellow HVAC system? First it was the bunkbeds; now it's the Lamm.
I had my first small break on the job search front today--an interview with a technical recruiter--and, to celebrate, Jeff took me to Ikea to buy some cheap area rugs we'd been looking at for our garage renovation project. (Digression: Is it still a rug when it's made of some sort of reed? Or is it a mat? In my heart, I feel that rugs should be soft and squishy and...and...loomed, I guess.)
Anyway, when wandering the crib section, which I'd never done before, I came upon the Lamm. I mewled an involuntary little baby-item lust squeak. Jeff looked over and said, "Oh," with a little smile, then promptly walked off. I followed with a sigh a moment later, knowing that it would be folly to continue to ogle the Lamm.
Guess where I found Jeff?
Searching the shelves. For a Lamm. The Minnen Lamm, to be precise: pillow cover and crib sheet. $9.99.