IKEA

I must be the last person on earth to experience this kind of humility- this kind of frustration: IKEA. I bet it is lovely- never been there myself, but it must be divine enough to persuade one to buy MANY pieces and take them home. Then the insanity ensues. I have never felt so stupid. You know they say your brain works in different ways? Math, Language- we all have our forte' but IKEA....I call it the company of the mute, plotless comic book (oh, I left out 'instructional')- it is an 'instructional' plotless comic book. Only one little dude that appears in a single drawing. The rest of the book is pictures of screws and holes and arrows pointing to things it knows you are not understanding because NO ONE CAN and let's not gloss over the fact that there is not one single word in the entire 'instruction' book. Not one. NO words. Why would we need words in an instruction manual? The Swedish apparently don't use them. We don't need them either. Let's have some meat balls.

And might I just say, my schlep to help my friend put her new pieces together was not all that successful. And the wine did not help our mental potency . It did, however, help the time pass with laughter.