Okay, this is going to sound odd: I’m a pickup-driving, motorcycle-riding, kilt-wearing, emotionally-detached yet sensitive, anachronistic, engineer and I absolutely fscking love Ikea.
The Lovely Mrs. and I can finally lay hands on some things that make better use of the very limited space in our tiny home and even make it somewhat more enjoyable for our not so tiny family.
Damn you, Ikea. How could we have survived this long without you?
Jonathan Coulton said it best:
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