As much as I love renovating and decorating and design, I HATE going to big box home improvement stores.
So this morning when Mr. KK casually said to me: "We have to go and pick out tile this weekend", I cried a little inside.
Max obviously shares my dislike of going to these places, too. Here he is a few weekends ago at Lowes:
Max even dressed the part in his little lumberjack shirt!
He's probably thinking: "Why are you being so mean to me and bringing me here? I thought you loved me???"
Either that, or: "Why don't they serve snacks here???"
PS: the second worst thing my husband could say is, "We have to go to BJs."
Just shoot me.