Yesterday I tried to put together a television console we had purchased for the play room. Nothing fancy, just an Ikea clearance item we picked up a few weeks ago that I was tired of Andy giving me the annoyed face about every time he tripped over the heavy box going out to the garage. […]
Andy Hates Sweden.
Whenever Andy and I are coming off a rough patch, I get cocky and start putting our relationship in really ridiculous positions of peril, almost like a dare. Like, I dare you to want to divorce me and find where I’ve hidden your passport and your grandma’s ashes. While he’s all, let’s go on a […]
I saw Jesus in Ikea
Ikea is not a store, Ikea is a big fucking chore. The parking process is like fucking Disney World, which is annoying to me, as I hate parking…and walking…especially with two kids and a mother who can’t contain herself. She very well may have wet herself at the big gawdy blue and gold Graceland entrance. […]
