Cursed by the ikea gods

This is just nuts.

Go to Ikea with eniran. We walk through the whole friggin' store twice, because stuff is not where it is supposed to be. The coffee table I wanted is, of course, out of stock. The kitchen island I wanted is still out of stock. The kitchen table i though I wanted, on closer inspection, is ugly (well, the table legs are). To top it all off, the replacement coffee table I settled on was – you guessed it – out of stock in the self-serve shelves.

I got some cool lamps for cheap to replace the ones that are leaving with the roommates, and I did find a cool way to arrange two smaller coffee tables for my living room, but still… I'm now convinced that I need to sacrifice swedish meatballs to the gods of Ikea.

As a side note, that girl is the only person I know who could find sex toys at Ikea. The kitchen section was bad enough, but the kiddies section… jeebus.