Oh Dear God, the Ikea experience.

I suppose that it must not be SO unbelievably horrible for most people. The last few times I went, I was with a compulsive shopper, and the experience was unbelievably stressful. Imagine the worst argument you could ever have with your spouse over money, in public, and then having her buy the crap anyway and not speaking to you the entire trip home (2 hour drive) except for her to tell you how awful you are for not letting her spend the way she thinks she should (remember now, all that crap still got bought and it's in the back of the van, so it's not like letting her spend the money shut her up, you still have to listen to her bitch about how you DIDN'T let her buy it).

Then when you get it all home she does nothing with it. Doesn't assemble it. Doesn't even have room for it. Some of it may get taken out of the box, but it never gets assembled unless YOU do it, which you will after you've tripped over it a dozen times and you realize that the hardware is getting lost because she only made a half assed effort to do anything about it and left the bits all over the house while talking on the phone. So if you don't put it together it will have been a TOTAL waste of money. Actually, it was a total waste. You'll sell it at your next garage sale for $2.

Yeah, we're getting a divorce.

After my divorce is final, I may go into an Ikea just to leave empty handed.

And yes, Lingonberries remind me of the Big Lebowski too.

Do I sound bitter?