In a show of true and ardent love for Wife 1.2a, I drove to Ikea yesterday to get her a new desk and some shelves. Her little desk was overflowing with detritus, and for the mind of Wife 1.2a, who is organized (but not OCD), it was starting to annoy her. Actually, let me rephrase to be brutally honest. She was within a few days of taking a really nice Gransfors-Bruks ax and channeling Lizzie Border. It was bad.
I took a day off (my boss reluctantly agreed) and drove the 240 round-trip to Schaumburg, Illinois. The literal translation of Schaumberg is foam town. My belief is that it should really be Einkaufenburg for the giant Temple of Commerce, Woodfield Mall. Alternatively, it could be named Olivegartenburg.
Ikea sits smack-dab in the middle of the asphalt jungle. Did I mention I don’t like Ikea? Let it be shouted from the rooftops. I hate Ikea. I have come to hate giant blue buildings as a result. It’s designed like a casino…they keep you disoriented so you shop more.
I went in, passing the Swedish names of things, some real and some, well, just dumb. Førk? Spøøn? Küttingbørd? Låmp? Kørkscrew? Ulgibøøkshelf? Actually, I made those up. But I had you there for a moment, didn’t I?
Canoelover is a chair.
Wanna know what you are? Click here. Thanks to Kurt for the link.
Nothing to do with canoeing today. I do have some stuff coming up on reshaping the grips of off-the-rack paddles so they are better suited to your hand.
Respectfully submitted,
Canoelover
P.S. I know that the character “ø” is Danish, not Swedish. I used it for effect. If Mötley Crüe can do it, so can I.