GH and I went to IKEA on Monday to buy some stuff for the twins' room. One thing we got is a changing table.
You know how IKEA furniture has funny Scandinavian names? Our changing table is called "Sniglar."
I laughed when I read that on the box. I stopped laughing when I tried to put Sniglar together. I had not bought anything from IKEA for a while and I had forgotten how frustrating their pictographic directions can be.
It took me a while to show Sniglar who's boss. Upon tightening the last screw, I looked up at GH and proclaimed triumphantly, "Yo, Sniglar, you're my bitch!"
Then I started laughing again.
(Maybe you had to be there.)