Here is the fun part of last weekend... The Hub and I made the (three hour) drive to our closest Ikea, shopped our brains out, and made it home in one piece with about a thousand pounds of bedding and storage furniture strapped to Janine. We did however, forget anything with which to strap our purchases to the car, so we had to use that free "twine" that they provide in the loading area. Poor Janine looked like Gulliver after the Liliputians got through with him. But it held pretty dang well, so I guess that stuff is stronger than the dental floss that it resembles. If only I'd known that before, I wouldn't have spent the entire three hour drive home with my arm out the window trying to tactilely judge whether or not the roof rack was about to fly off the car. You should see the insects stuck to my forearm.
We did, however, encounter a surprisingly rude officer of the law about three miles from our house. We were chugging up the curvy two lane road toward our town like the little engine that could, when we passed a sign that says "Passing Lane 1 Mile". About thirty seconds later a big SUV comes roaring up behind us. At pretty much that exact moment we also came upon the one "turnout" that is not marked with a quarter mile warning sign, so we weren't prepared to slow down and move over (without launching our load into the ditch) to allow the SUV to pass. We figured that this wasn't really a big deal since we knew that he (she/it) would be able to pass in a matter of minutes at the aforementioned passing lane. Unfortunately he didn't agree, and flashed us with his high beams and used his OFFICIAL POLICE LOUDSPEAKER to snidely comment that "That is what turnouts are for!" Is that official police business, making rude comments to law abiding citizens driving the speed limit? I DON'T THINK SO! Big meanie.
Regardless, we made it home safe and sound and spent the rest of the weekend, aside from the catpanictriptothevet, opening boxes and putting together new toys like the biggest and best Christmas ever! We've discovered crazy new inventions like a bed with a headboard AND footboard, so you pillows don't fall off the top and your blankets don't fall off the bottom. Neato. And storage space. Lovely gorgeous clean organized storage space. Love them Swedish. It also pleases me to no end that we now own a couple FLARKE's. So much so that I just can't stop saying it. Flarke flarke flarke. You try it! Do we know how to party or what.