Actually, we’ve always survived and I guess I’m guilty of going after the long-hanging comedic fruit. An alternative version of Seinfeld’s “What is it with airline food?” which future generations will be puzzled by, the airlines don’t give you crap and we’re slowly being treated like cargo.
I’m rather indifferent to Ikea. They have free Wi-Fi so I can let Somara go crazy in there to look over all the things on her wish list. They were showing The Lego Movie at the kiddie area, she wouldn’t let me stay and watch, damn it. I had to come along because my vote was needed on at least two different options for our living room. Then there were the new LED bulbs we wanted to replace the fluorescents in the master bathroom; trust me, they’re great, we have them in the living room and master bedroom. None have burned out in the couple years after installation, plus even less heat given off.
My peeve with Ikea isn’t the maze-like layout, I know how to read, ergo, I can find the clearly labeled shortcuts. No, it’s the sense of frustration they instill with their designs/layouts. What they allegedly can do with a mere 300-square-foot place (28-square meters) borders on Science Fiction. I walk away going, I have a good-sized living room and master bedroom, why can’t my house look that efficient?
Meanwhile, we successfully purchased and assembled these two-drawer night-standy things to have in the living room to put on the ends of the couch. They look nice. Next up, changing those light bulbs.
Now imagine there’s two and you can see the living room!