I have one word for you. Ikea.
A little late to the game I made my first trip to the most wonderful store in the world. OK, maybe a lot late to the game. Seriously, where have I been?
Charlotte invited Paenney (looking for inspiration to move out on his own), Fojo (moving off campus next year) and me (Ikea virgin) on a field trip to Ikea today. Normally I don’t like shopping, but this trip was a real eye-opener. Fojo even said to me, “I love this f$@king store.” I couldn’t have agreed more.
I came home with a bunch of stuff and it only cost me $33, Fojo is well on his way to furnishing his very tiny off-campus apartment, and Paenney has lots of ideas and is eager move out of his parents house ASAP. Charlotte, well she’s just glad she could make everyone happy today.
All field trips should be this much fun and productive! Ikea rocks…as if you didn’t know.
PS – To remind you, Paenney and Fojo are my nephews. I am so sure Fojo dropped the F-bomb on me. To be fair, Fojo and Paenney subsequently heard the F-bomb dropped by both me and their mother (Charlotte) at least once during our outing. There’s something about swearing that bonds the generations, don’t you think?
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I love Ikea! But I have to get a hotel room when I shop there because it’s at least a 2-day expedition!
Well you know the hotel rooms are aplenty where our Ikea is located. I bet you could find a lot of things for your little cabin in the woods!
Ikea is an amazing place, except for the crowds and I probably have dropped a few expletives whilst shopping there. But that was the years of singledom Sara.
Oh, and guess what?! We went to Ikea on a Thursday, which decreased the shoppers by at least 50%. And what, you don’t drop expletives anymore, Kath? Come on. Not even under your breath? If not, you’re a much better woman than I am.
I explete Sara sadly I am only human but with kiddies it is muttered under the breath. My son has a problem with picking up swearwords at school that would curl your hair. But being on the spectrum they get stuck in his head and just come out. The word firetruck is mild compared to what some of these kids are teaching him. You can never tell whats going to shock you next.
Luckily my nephews are both over 20-years old and swearing doesn’t shock them too much by now. I try not to be the raunchy auntie, but a slip here and there just causes a giggle between the generations.
Indeed I had an eighty year old adorable neighbour who told the funniest jokes and when she swore it only made us love her even more. Cheeky soul now gone to a better place but I miss her wild stories.