I survived IKEA - got in as it opened, got what I went for (plus a couple of random things) and got out. By the time I was leaving, the huge parking lot was jammed and people were circling and hovering for my parking space. Ugh. But I found the bottles and a couple of flower pots and a new toothbrush holder set for my bathroom. Oh, and the softest floppy stuffed golden retriever for the baby.
The other baby wants it in the worst way:
"What do you mean, it's not for me?"
And SuperTarget yielded the cutest little outfit:
That's not for him either. He did get some of his insanely expensive chicken treats.