I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

The new Ikea catalog came in the mail today - this is one piece of junk mail I don't mind getting. This and those free address labels I keep getting because I donated money once. Anyway, flipping through the pages, wondering if we too would look so giddy if there were brightly colored rugs strewn across our floors... Most of their items are just cheap enough that you feel okay mentally planning, with an itsy-bitsy possibility of an item or two perhaps coming to fruition. It is just enough to reel you in, and keep you hooked.

Although, anybody else ever have flashbacks of The Fight Club while perusing the Ikea catalog?

"I flipped through the catalogs and wondered: What kind of dining set defines me as a person?"

Or, perhaps that really is the couch that will complete me. It is hard to fight consumerism when it comes packaged in such a pretty Swedish package.



Fred.
(Word on the street (or Google) is that 'Fred' is peace in Swedish.)

(And I trust Google.)

(With my life.)