IKEA Revisited

So Martha and I played newlyweds and visited IKEA yesterday. I say play newlyweds because that’s what the store feels like to me, a place where people just starting out go to find furniture which is nice enough, but not too expensive, and which will fit comfortably into a limited area.

We did get a couple of items, but we didn’t visit the store’s famous cafe. That’s because of the meatballs. I really, really, really don’t like Swedish meatballs. In fact, truth be told, I figure that’s why Sweden has known peace for 200 years. All you’d need is a cranky boy scout with a slingshot and a pile of meatballs, and nobody would dare invade.