To all,
I hate this store with a passion. My wife wakes me up at 7:30 and tells me we're going shopping at IKEA with a credit card I just paid off. If any of you have had this pleasure, you'll understand where this is going. First off, my wife seems to forget that I know my way around the area, and that I've been driving for a decade and a half and can actually navigate there and back without her telling me how to drive.
I swear that if you listen closely as you pull into their parking garage, you can actually hear husbands, boyfriends and fiances kicking and screaming. Finding a parking place was a nightmare, and then going through their crowded, noisy warehouse carrying a baby bag and my three screaming children in a triple-seat stroller wasn't any better, especially while my wife fills up the shopping cart with more stuff we don't need.
After getting the herd home and unloading the car, I'm now left with a massive headache, baby vomit on my shirt, a six-pack of Molson Canadian, and a roomful of furniture I'm supposed to know how to assemble.
I'll get to it, but first...I gotta fire up CFS2 and kill something...besides that six pack.
Pure marital bliss.
I hate this store with a passion. My wife wakes me up at 7:30 and tells me we're going shopping at IKEA with a credit card I just paid off. If any of you have had this pleasure, you'll understand where this is going. First off, my wife seems to forget that I know my way around the area, and that I've been driving for a decade and a half and can actually navigate there and back without her telling me how to drive.
I swear that if you listen closely as you pull into their parking garage, you can actually hear husbands, boyfriends and fiances kicking and screaming. Finding a parking place was a nightmare, and then going through their crowded, noisy warehouse carrying a baby bag and my three screaming children in a triple-seat stroller wasn't any better, especially while my wife fills up the shopping cart with more stuff we don't need.
After getting the herd home and unloading the car, I'm now left with a massive headache, baby vomit on my shirt, a six-pack of Molson Canadian, and a roomful of furniture I'm supposed to know how to assemble.
I'll get to it, but first...I gotta fire up CFS2 and kill something...besides that six pack.
Pure marital bliss.