Things overheard in my bedroom last weekend:
“You have to line the holes up or it won't fit straight.”
“What do you think, upper holes or lower holes?”
“I'm not ready! Don't push yet!”
“You want me to pound that in for you?”
“Maybe don't screw that in all the way yet.”
“Ha, I finished before you AGAIN!”
“Okay, let's do this again. WAIT Wrong hole! Wrong hole! Back up!”
“Oh, I don't know, I think this is going to be TOO HOT.”
“This is IMPOSSIBLE to get in.”
“Just fold it over your thumb and shove it in.”
All this because I went to IKEA and got a brand new bed! Ta da!
I wasn't going to buy anything but then I saw the duvet cover and I LOVED it. But I didn't have a duvet, so I had to get a duvet. Then since I knew I had to go through the cash registers anyway, I went a little nuts. I got a bunch of other stuff and then I thought to myself, "Self, why not get a bed frame as long as you're going to pack your car up to the gills anyway," so I got the bedframe too. Then I came home and Mitch and I assembled our bed and stuffed the new duvet into the duvet cover, hence the dialog at the top. The duvet is nuclear hot but I'm so determined to use it that we sleep with the window open.