If possible, get youself over to Ikea ASAP. It's Christmas up in there and you will JUST DIE from the sweetness of it all. It is a yuletide heaven. We went last night and, just before I passed out from the magnitude of emotion that washed over me when I laid eyes on the crackling fire within that charming hearth, I said to The Swede, "Hand me that stuffed rat and take a picture. I want it printed along with my obituary."
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