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.)
Moi
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- I'm a mother and a widow, and a whole lot of other things. Here, though, I tend to write about parenting, grief, and their intersection.
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2 comments:
laughing at you.
Ok, this is a warning against Ikea furniture ;) I can live with that. I adore their kitchen wares and bedding stuff...
Yes, I AM reading all of your archives.
Amy
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