Dear Couch, I love you, please come home with me. Love, Celeste

Took a little trip to Downeast Outfitters tonight, where Matt & I simultaneously fell in love with the Mammoth Sofa from Z Gallerie. It retails for $1499.99, but it is at Downeast for $839.99, and is in grrrrrreat shape. We thought we wanted a leather sectional, but this couch is just too cool and would be great for making out. (Don't worry, we'll get rid of it before Sawyer is up to any of that junk.)This picture doesn't do it justice. It's so stinking deep and when you see it you will want nothing more than to nap on it. And it WANTS you to nap on it. It says "no, don't get up. Please stay in my plush comfy arms forever. Please?" And you have to say "okay couch, just for ten more minutes. I love you, couch."

moving on

It's in a lovely buttery yellow/beige micro suede and is literally as wide as a twin bed, and long enough that Matt, at 6' 2" can lay on with without touching the armrests at all. Let's just say it is very aptly named.

And I am going to secretly buy this chair with my cake money. Matt would never approve, but I LOVALOVALOVA it. (wipe drool from chin.) Love it. Of course it's like as much money as I make doing cakes annually, but whatever, right? It's potterybarnarific.
I have decided that decorating sucks. I like love shopping for these things, but, like my dad says, (and Matt has now started saying,) I have champagne taste on a beer budget. Matt brought home a bunch of carpet samples tonight. Most frustrating thing ever! I want the basement to be nice, but it's really just kind of a starter home and so we don't want it to be too nice, but technically we could be here for a while, so I don't want to pick crappy stuff..... grrrrrr. There has to be a happy medium in there somewhere. I think if Matt had his way he'd turn the whole thing into a putting green; maybe a little mini golf course for he & Sawyer to play with. Lovely.
Here are two lovely things I learned today though:
1) THERE IS A MAC COUNTER IN MACY'S IN THE LAYTON HILLS MALL!!!!! Were you aware of that? No more going to South Salt Lake for Studio Fix or Strobe Cream anymore! Holy crap, do you know what that means? That there is the end of spare money as I know it!
2)..... uh..... I totally forgot what I was going to say. I have serious memory problems. I thought pregnancy was bad, but lately I have been dumber than EVER! I forget huge chunks of information for no reason at all, like a half a second after I was just thinking about them in depth. Matt & I will have lengthy discussions about something, make a decision on it and ten minutes later I have no idea what we decided. I think he is going to put me in a home. I honestly am pretty worried about it. I think I have a tapeworm in my brain. He eats pieces out of my cerebral cortex and ooops, there goes my memory of my thirteenth birthday. I wish he would just relocate himself to my intestine like a good tapeworm.
I still can't think of what else I was going to say.
This sucks, I'm going to bed.