ikea is evil

This afternoon, I went to Ikea today to pick up a $60 bookshelf, and somehow I ended up buying $700 worth of furniture. I don't know what happened, but while I was walking around, I decided that I hated the way my house looked. Or maybe its because Ikea is such a rat maze. Everytime I'm finished there, I feel the need for a piece of cheese.

It took me and two burly Ikea helpers 45 minutes to load up my car. Its bad enough when you're not prepared to buy furniture, but my poor little Jetta was loaded was so much junk - I still have those 4 garbage bags worth of stuff for Goodwill. I ended up driving up the 101 with a palm tree sticking out of my sunroof.

But I got a plant - yay! I'm going to name her Joey.