Of a good and bad weekend...

I've had a mildly entertaining weekend. Since this was the first time in about a month I haven't been hocking up a lung, it was nice to get out and actually do something.
The somethings:
1. I worked yesterday. Which sucked. Three hour meeting. People yelled at each other. I tried to calm them down.
2. I went to Ikea. I bought some lawn furniture. I ate some meatballs. It was good.
3. I went on a date. It was also good.
4. I tried to put together my Ikea lawn furniture. It was not so good.
Okay.
Usually I feel like a bad ass when I put together Ikea crap HOWEVER, this time I decided Ikea was an ass.
In general.
So I'm using the allen wrench. Sweating up a storm, builting things, feeling good.
I'm done with one chair.
I'm done with the second chair.
I'm done with the table.
Then came the fucking bench.
The.
Fucking.
Bench.
The pieces would not fit together.
And, truly, this was not my fault.
(Well, it might have been, but I blame the fuckers at Ikea)
So I screamed.
Scared the dog.
And then decided that it was time to bust out the cure-all single gal utensil...
THE HAMMER.
I started pounding shit.
It didn't fix a thing.
I scared the dog again.
I ate some chocolate.
I put the lawn furniture away.
It has the appearance of structure...
Now I just have to remember to fix it before someone actually sits on it...
if I don't,
then maybe that person will want to use a hammer for other means...
Hope you've enjoyed your weekend.
-- This Single Gal