Yeay! So finally we're off to Ikea to pick up our kitchen. A whole day of fooling around with their kitchen-building program and looking at the models they have on display. Perle loved it, running around like a madhatter in her "I do my own stunts" shirt that she got from Jane Goldman. Thanks Jane!

It was not all fun and games though, getting lost in a tiny Ikea - don't ask me how I managed that - and having to follow the grey 'street' began to bore Perle quickly. Here's her face when I tell her to stay on the road. *grumble grumble*

Once we spent hours doing computer drawings and having them checked and re-checked we got a list of stuff to pick up in the warehouse. Spread all over said warehouse. UGH! Every damned screw had to be collected and my patience was wafer-thin over four hours ago. Three carts like this collected, daddy breaking a sweat.

Oh how I envy thee, baby.

But then, all this had to be sent to transport and tonight it'll arrive in our house. I' be lying if I said I wasn't dead exited. Like Xmas. But in 91 different boxes and I know what's in them. And there's no santa involved. Ok, so more like Ikea than Xmas. Still. :)