On Our Way To Crazy

Dear IKEA,

We drove four hours to see you. We brought a trailer and some cash. All we wanted was the furniture we picked out from your catalog. It had the only bedding we could agree on from any store anywhere. The boxy chairs that perfectly matched our new sofa. The bar height table with the cool stainless top for the kitchen.

The catalog had them. The store? Did not. We are not amused.

Eating dinner on the floor,
Brandi

Dear IKEA furniture,

We understand that part of your affordability comes from the fact that we have to assemble you ourselves. We bopped right through the table, the desk, a couple of chairs. But when we went for the bookshelf, all hell broke loose. Literally. We almost lost Aaron’s finger and Scott‘s foot. It was like watching a building implode.

Rubbing scratches out of the kitchen floor,
Brandi

Dear Expedit bookcase,

We hate you. HATE HATE HATE. Hate.

With no love at all,
Aaron, Brandi and Scott