And people wonder why I hate my family.

[robling_t]

The Curse of IKEA continues, this particular sojourn in hell featuring the unusual twist of finding nearly everything we'd gone out there for, except my cousin and her pickup, the presence of which had been the entire thrust of making a special trip out there on a Tuesday night. It doesn't exactly matter at this point, since buying the headboard-that's-two-inches-too-big-to-fit-into-the-Mighty-Thor would have been a bit irrelevant just now given that the one thing IKEA was conspicuously out of was the proper size of underslats, but part of the point of the exercise was that said cousin was also supposed to haul away a large unwanted article of furniture from this end, so obviously said article is still lurking obnoxiously right behind my chair. (It's a large wooden dollhouse, and by "large", I mean somewhat more than a cubic yard in volume...) The one shred of good fortune in an otherwise dismal night was that my many years of repeated disappointments in life have bred in me some limited ability to anticipate disasters of this very sort, and so I had the bright idea not to actually buy the unwieldy items on our cart before we had cousin and truck manifestly in hand, so at least we weren't faced with the prospect of tying heavy things to the roof of a Saturn Ion. Still, the experience was a downer and a colossal waste of time on a night when we needed neither, and I'm still quite gloomy about it all. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my trailer.