Pit Stop

 

It takes about 2 hours to get to Daughter's house and halfway there is....... an Ikea. When we have Pup with us, The Mister and I stop at the park down the street from here but since I was alone, it was time to shop.

My house is nothing but Ikea stuff but it never looks like this...sigh. 

I haven't been inside an Ikea since they started delivering to my area so I was surprised to see how much it's changed. It was filled with pretend shops like this bridal salon. It was very authentic right down to the smallest detail. Along with several racks of gowns, there was jewelry, shoes and even sparkly purses all beautifully displayed on Ikea's finest wardrobes and shelving units. Being a former Mother of the Bride, I was impressed.

I didn't come out with anything very interesting. Some jars and flour scoops. I wasn't even tempted by the food section. I usually come out with cookies but I couldn't trust myself with them since I'll be all alone and bored for the next four days. I'm just getting my glucose under control. I don't want to ruin it now especially since I was notified by my insurance company yesterday that I qualify for their diabetes program complete with an on call counselor, free scale and daily weigh in. No thanks. I'll keep my weight to myself, thank you very much. I can handle this. I've done it many times before.