last sunday we woke up and thought hmm it's about time to get some shelves for the kitchen. but i wasn't about to get huge shelves without a new dining table because the current setup + new shelves just wouldn't fit.

so we surfed around on crateandbarrel.com, cb2.com, and westelm.com. too expensive. why do we have to pay more than $800 for a dining table and another $150 for shipping??? so an hour and a half later we found ourselves at to ikea.com (actually, it was ikea, elizabeth, NJ) via uhaul.com. i had driven no less.

after our microwave tasting meal at the cafe *puke puke*, we bumped and shoved everyone in our way and filled up two carts with new shelving units, a spiffy island dining set and some misc stuff that one of us felt would be necessary.

i had to mad rush it back to return the uhaul by 430pm. other than speeding, we made a good choice taking the GW bridge rather than the lincoln tunnel. thankfully we didn't get caught in traffic, but being stuck on a bridge is much less claustrophobic than being stuck in a tunnel. a speedy drop-off and i uhauled my ass to the uhaul location at 430 on the DOT.

the uhaul guy came over to inspect the gas levels and look for any damages. i was on a quarter tank of gas when i got it at 3-eighths, meaning $30 in refuelling charge and $4/gallon. fuck. i pulled a sad face and he said, why don't you just hit me up with some cash and i'll take care of this for you. ok. i gave him $10 and we were both happy.

so far so good. we got back safe and sound and before night fell.

then as we were fixing the stuff up, fede held up a box which contained one of the new chairs and asked- why is this chair taller than the others?

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.