Stories from the front lines of an unplanned pregnancy.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Ikea, easier said than done...

The couple that builds together, stays together. Usually because their names are then forever intertwined in a headline that also includes the words, "Murder/Suicide", but you get the point. Having been a veteran of Ikea's baffling wordless directions and fondness for allen wrenches, I was prepared upon toting out 25 pound Box O' Table home for a three hour ordeal peppered with a liberal dose of profanity. But it was great fun watching our marriage teeter on the edge of dissolution over whether illustrations of wood with dots on the edge was or was not meant to be a representation of it's unfinished nature. FYI, I'm kidding. Also, it is. I don't know what it is about do it yourself home furnishing projects that tends to bring out the worst in people, but I think it has something to do with men's Manly Mr. Fix-It fantasy slamming up against the bleak reality of bad instructions and a nagging wife. Not fun. But either way, we finally cooled off, split a six pack of Red Stripe, pulled it together, and got the TV stand set up without actually coming to blows. Oh, and don't mind that pile of screws... they must've included extra!

With love and a screwdriver,
a.

2 comments:

mercurial scribe said...

IKEA, while fabulous, is not for the faint of heart. Glad you got it together!

Auntie Megan (yeah, i aunted myself. wannafightaboutit?) said...

Girl, please say that you didn't drink any of that Red Stripe. I don't want Ian looking like his forehead is too big for his body.