I have been to the mountain....

[mynewplace]

 


AND I HAVE SEEN THE FACE OF GOD.

AND GOD IS SWEDISH. 


Oh. 
My.
God. 


We were there when they opened the doors at ten this morning. 

We sat at Steak & Shake at 1:00 p.m.
waiting for a waitress to notice us
and as I looked into the faces
of my mother and my child
I realized...



we had just endured quite possibly the most traumatic experience of our lives. 


I swear to you, they looked like they'd just seen a tornado.

And the tornado was red, and black, and silver and white
with purple
and green
and strange floral prints.

At least I think they were floral.

My mother will NEVER set foot in another IKEA.

EVER.



Personally?  

I can't wait to go back.

Ohmygod.




By the by.  I have SHITLOADS to tell you people. But my daughter is still washing IKEA out of her hair, and I need to get her out of the shower.  It's been 30 minutes already.

Comments

[alby.livejournal.com]

IKEA is adictive, totally addictive. Next time you go, you have to eat the swedish meatballs.

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

Yes, I MUST. You are right. I REAAAAALLY wanted to, but for some reason despite our hunger mom didn't even mention staying there for lunch. And the prices were reasonable too.

[popfiend.livejournal.com]

It's cheap and it's more than adequate.

Have the swedish meatballs.

You must.

Oh and *HUGS*!!!