Cory Prime wrote:Sketch wrote: I get...short with her.

Is that a euphemism for wife beating?
"I'm sorry baby, but sometimes I just get so angry... I swear I'll change. No more Ikea."
You're lucky that was funny or I'd be offended.
What happens is something like this:
1 - We go to Ikea. I personally don't want ANYTHING. She of course wants the thing that has 4 boxes.
2 - We fight with getting into the Corolla.
3 - After duct taping my son to the box (safety first!) we're ready to go home.
4 - Upon getting it home, the living room turns into a warzone, with bits of styrafoam littering the floor like so much shrapnel. The cats have decided this is better than Catnip, and the boxes are their tickets to paradise.
5 - My son thinks this is hilarious, and joins them.
6 - After yelling at everyone to 'STOP THAT' I finally find the instructions.
7 - I then find my copy of the Rosetta Stone, and set to deciphering the instructions.
8 - Half-way through I realize I've put half of the thing together
backwards9 - The bloodletting begins, as I take a chunk out of my thumb trying to fix this mistake.
10 - Oh **** me. Pieces left over.
11 - Already my fingers are practically useless due to using the hex key; they may as well be limp strings of sausage. Sausage seasoned with
pain.12 - 8 hrs later, I've finally got the entertainment center together. My wife and I aren't speaking, and won't until later the next day when I say I'm sorry, and promise next time I'll let her build it.
13 - A few weeks later, step one begins again.