An all-day shopping trip to Ikea in Paramus, N.J., during Christmas season. Can you imagine anything more fun? An excursion so long you have to stop for lunch and don't get home until rush hour. Maybe I will get that bumper sticker that reads: "Yes, this is my truck. No I won't help you move."Oops. This is becoming an entry for whatismyfuckingproblem.com. I forgot: This is the nice site.
So let me ameliorate the effect of the foregoing by saying that the problem of what kind of cabinets to put in Hannah's Beach Party City may be solved. There are these aluminum slats that roll up like a garage door, see, and . . .
3 comments:
Hey! We had fun! So a little blood was spilled. (It's all over my boxes). So you had to rush through rush hour. So we almost had a crash on Van Halen rooad. Did you see that moon? That view from the GW Bridge? Those meatballs?
And wasn't it you who said we didn't have to buy everything today, that we could always come back?
I can't find my chandelier (dommage). What are you doing next Monday?
I just checked my receipt. I didn't buy it. Did it end up in your cart?
It's available online! I can have it DELIVERED!
http://www.ikea.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?topcategoryId=15579&catalogId=10103&storeId=12&productId=69181&langId=-1&categoryId=15934&chosenPartNumber=70099309
Now if only I could find someone to deliver the $1,000 closet doors moldering in the garage...
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