{dia numero 30} thangs. sweet.

Love vs. Lust?

It was a typical Tuesday.

{i had a few spare minutes, so i detoured to goodwill}

I was in search of the "perfect coffee table"

{as i have for weeks }

Crew, macy, and I walked to the furniture section.

{nothing "perfect"}

Then.

I saw it out of the corner of my eye.

{no, it wasn't a coffee table}

She was made of wood, stood about 5 feet tall, with delecate, detailed wood working.

It was an instant attraction.

{i tried to dismiss it}

But I had to walk closer.

She was gorgeous.

{my eye caught the price tag}

{$30}

{yes, american dollars}

Something had to be broken.

I looked her up and down.

{and inside and out}

{impecable}

{at least to me}

So pulled out my cell and text my man.

me - if I had hypothetically found the most amazingly perfect upright dresser ever made for $30 at goodwill for our daughters room would that be good or not?

my man- not

me- oh. then don't look in their room. k?

after further discussion, and description, he agreed to let me buy her.

{and use his manly muscles to pick up this burdensome piece of beauty}

After a solid coat of "swiss cofee" paint  and some hardcore distressing, she will be ready for her debut.

this must be love.

 'cuz lust is bad.

{and this is good. very good.}