Nasty

So here I was a couple of weeks ago dragging my sorry sick butt to IKEA because the light in the Sugar Baby's room blew out and I couldn't stand listening to him say "Light's broken!" one more time and of course the lightbulb is some freaky design that (I thought) I could only get at IKEA. So I walked through that entire God-forsaken store, getting my month's worth of exercise, and bought two packages of lightbulbs.

At the checkout, they had some of their weird Swedish candies on display so I decided to splurge (for .97 cents) and bought a bag of "Godis Sweets-- Nuts and Bolts Mix."

I was pretty psyched for these, because the last gummies I had were the pomegranate gummy pandas that Mr. Goodbar devoured before I really had a chance to enjoy them.

And I thought the Tim Tams were disappointing. These were nasty. It was like chewing on a crumbly, flavorless candle from the dollar store. I actually spit them out, they were that bad. To make matters worse, the lightbulbs were the wrong ones, despite the fact that I asked two different sales people. IKEA owes me big time. We're talking, they need to be giving me some free Swedish meatballs and a Poang chair.

On the positive side, I finally found the mystery lightbulbs at Home Depot, so now the Sugar Baby's new mantra is, "Mommy fixed it!"