No - You Promised!

Actally we promised each other. No more IKEA - ever. I think we both agreed on the slogan: "No IKEA in 2005". Too late now, I guess.

The first thing the missus said this toasty and sunny sunday morning in San Francisco was: IKEA? I had nothing to do but confirm after spending the majority of the saturday infront of the TV, watching everything, anything and nothing.

I realized that there was no escape. The apartment is too far up to jump from and the entrance is too far away from the bedroom. I told myself: Think quick. Be smart. Come up with something. Anything. Redirect attention and importance. I had nothing.

So at 10:12am PST we parked the car outside IKEA and I could feel my heart pound faster than ever before. IKEA is neither a mall nor a shop. It's the most fears battleground where no rules apply. It's where Darwin would have proved his theories about the human species - mano-a-mano.

We found and bought what we needed - and more - and left like we robbed the place. It took us a rough 90 minutes to assemble the bookshelf and another 90 minutes to get my pulse down. I was ready to through all bits and pieces out the window at one point but I realized the possible stupidity of that move. Or rather the trouble I might get into.

We jointly agreed on "No IKEA in 2005" a few minutes ago, I just got to get the missus to sign the freekin' document. I'll then frame it and in her moment of weakness point and smile: "No IKEA in 2005". Signed, sealed and delivered! :)