Ikea, I hate that!

Did you ever move but never bothered to really ever unpack everything?

For like, weeks you do this.

You know because your movers will move the stuff, but they are not putting together what they took apart. Oh noes.

Then you realize that you have invited people over. The thing is it's not all your friends who usually come over, get drunk, and sleep on the floor or some random dry, safe space.

No, these are like people you like. Who actually expect to sleep over and get the Hilton Hotel treatment.

So you think it might be a good idea to get the house together.

Ya figure it is finally time to put your furniture and self together because honestly, you couldn't be bothered with it until now.

Then you realize you are missing one critical part to your bed frame. It was separated from its peeps. How this happened in the move is unclear to you.

What is clear is that the part you need, that small fucking part that is smaller than a bread basket was taken to recycling within the recent past. By you. On some random weekend day when you cleaned for someone else to come over or some equally unimportant shit like that.

So now you have no bed, you have to haul the remaining cannabilized bed parts to the curb, the box spring is on the floor, and you still got company coming.

Oh yeah, you also lost two fucking hours of your day on this.

Good times await.

Do you then wonder, wait, didn't pLover once post something like this? (I am not linking to 3Tools. I have already lost half my damn day and I am late for the film festival.)

Happy Fucking Passover!