Saturday, January 19, 2008

Class Action

That is it! I'm calling an attorney and starting a class action suit for all of the unorganized people in the South East.

Hellooooo.....we haven't had Ikea!! Clearly I wouldn't be so unorganized had I been raised with an Ikea in close proximity!

Holy shit people. I should be giving you the silent treatment for not telling me to get in to my car and drive straight to the nearest state that has one. It was like Disney World, only better!!

Man oh man.

So I'm in Boca Raton. Me and my tired feet. I have had two Gin and Sprites and two Black & Tans (read: a little tipsy) and now I'm sitting in this business center talking to you all. Can you say A-D-D-I-C-T?

Dork and a half. That's me.

If you see me tomorrow, I have most likely crept away from my photography seminar in order to be here with you all and that would not be right. To discourage such behavior, I'm going to ask you to completely ignore me, no comments AT ALL, if I post again before 8pm or so on Sunday.

P.S. I have noticed that my blog doesn't display the same on this monitor that is not a widescreen. If my page doesn't display correctly for you all, please go out and get yourself a widescreen monitor. Anything else is just lame.


suchsimplepleasures said...

i just found your blog through the bloggers choice don't mind if i stay, do you? love it!!! i have a little badge at the side of my blog that says something about being a crabby mom, too!! how funny!
you have an awesome writing style...funny chick!

Karlise said...

We went to Ikea in Orlando yesterday for the 1st time. Isn't it awesome! I could redo my entire house!

Deb said...

I'm widescreen all the way.

Ikea becomes a drag after a while if you live near one. Because it feels like Disneyland or Disney World, but only after you've been to the theme park 100 times. All that walking in a single direction, following the little arrows, being annoyed by the slow, fat people you can't get around. Trust me. You're better off just making a vacation of it once a year so the thrill doesn't wear off.