The in-laws are here. Four days down and three weeks to go.
I could whinge about it or I could just move on and post one of the funniest things I’ve heard today.
You know what part of a baby monkey tastes best? The tears. - Robert Evans, Cracked.com
Yeah, it’s awful. I’m evil. Cruel Wife says I’m a sick puppy.
I suck.
That’s all I’ve got to say, because I went to IKEA today and because I’m eating a raw blueberry Pop-Tart™. But the good news is I got some of those IKEA meatballs. They were delicious.
That joke really is evil.
I love it.
IKEA meatballs? Did you have to put them together yourself?
I’d love to see the special wrench they send with the things.
It’s totally evil. It makes me feel like a better human being.
Meatball Wrench.
Sounds like some sort of sports injury. No assembly was required on the meatballs, thank heavens.
Lemur, you have my deepest sympathies. Maybe you can work late, real late, real real real late.
Steamboat, you are a hoot. Those little wooden dowels are good for your daily fiber.
I was thinking of taking up drinking or cage fighting. Something that improves my chances of survival.
Sorry to hear about the in-laws. You’re handling it admirably though, if mine are here for more than thirty minutes I grab a handful of beers and retreat to my bedroom until they leave. Oddly enough, I read that article you referenced just last night. Funny stuff.
I’ll trade ya my mother-in-law. She’s so awful, my wife actually speaks more harshly about her than I do.
No trade on MiL’s. The legal liabilities are stunningly frightening.
Are they batshit crazy? If not, do you want mine in trade?
No trade. The devil you know…
In-laws. Thank Circe I’ve never had to experience that particular horror.
…and I am envious of you – LK – and your raw blueberry Pop-Tart™. One of those would send my blood sugar so high it would only be describable in scientific (exponential) notation.
Catman, I still want to see a meatball assembly/adjustment wrench. You just know its gotta be weird-looking. I bet LK could draw an outstanding one, even if he’s never seen one. That’s how good he is….
Hmmmm. Thinking of a meatball wrench right now…
So, food for thought: what physical characteristics are required to be measured and adjusted by our to-be-patented IKEA Meatball Adjustment Tool (IMAT(tm))?
Diameter?
Sperical accuracy?
Hardness/density?
Others?
Blue-ness Quotient.
Hmmm. An optical tool? Whoda thunk it…
I hate the be the bearer of bad news, LK, but those were packing peanuts. Those crafty Swedes just took a bunch of ‘em and soaked ‘em in their famous sauce and started selling them to unsuspecting American capitalist pig-dog lackeys.
As a retaliatory gesture, I say we drop Rosie O’Donuts, Mickey Moore-on, Oprah, Nancy Puglosi & Teh First Yeti (all nekkid) on the IKEA headquarters, covered in Sooper Gloo™ , so they are stuck with them for all eternity. (We can include Babs & Yoko Ono singing “Mem’ries” on a never-ending loop, as a bonus
torturefeature.)As to the in-law situation, you have my most heartfelt condolences, brother.
Damn, B.C…..
Yoko and Babs in a duet? I don’t care what the song is, that’s a horrific image to have in one’s head, let alone the ululant horror that would be if one were to capture the sound for others to hear.
As much as I hated Bin Laden, I wouldn’t have subjected him to that.
I’m poking my eardrums out with skewers…