First thing I see out of the box are the instructions. Here’s a snippet:

Great, after I bring home the box (alone) and it’s in my house I see this. ? How about the fact that I don’t have a curly haired friend to help me out ?

Well , this is my first purchase from Ikea and first assembly ever, for furniture of any kind. A landmark moment in my history folks. ( yeah yeah, I know you all built a house, whatever)

Here’s what happened:

1. empty box and marvel at the instructions
2. panic a little cause there’s so much stuff to do
3. run around the house looking for a screwdriver and a hammer
4. put the stuff together
5. run around the house looking for a ruler. For some reason, there is no ruler in the whole house
6. yell a little and use a measuring tape instead
7. hammer the stuff together
8. be proud over achievement

And nope , I didnt’ get hurt. No blood, no severed fingers no nothing. Just a lot of profanity. Sometimes I feel that I’m getting older and grumpier. Hmmph.