Oh! And I went to IKEA this weekend. It was my first time.
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Surprising, huh?
They should hook up with the mother of a friend who hyphenated her husband's surname of Cumming with hers of Moyston.
It was my first time.
How'd that work out for you?
The bouquet toss skeeves me.
"Here's my virginity!"
"Hooray!!!!"
How'd that work out for you?
I have a catalogue, some notes, and a healthy fear.
I have a catalogue, some notes, and a healthy fear.Yeah, that's the way it usually goes.
God, I love Ikea.
Mmm, Ikea. I love shopping there and I love those crazy-ass meatballs and lingonberries with an embarassing fervor.
{sitting in my all-Ikea office and looking around happily}
I never got past the healthy fear stage. Also, last time I was there, I ended up buying the ugliest "stool" ever.
Good point. Space Sharks probably have lasers too.
Only if they are "frickin' lasers".
Chocolate macaroon hybrids are of teh yummm!
Mmmmmcookies.
The wife takes the husband's name, which, hello! Why can't the *husband* take the *wife's* name? (Although, really, the wife's name is actually her father's name, so it's all one big patriarchal gang-bang of nomenclature.)
Couples from my Scandinavian-American college sometimes disassemble their family names and reassemble them into a new but equally ordinary name. So if a Holmgaard marries a Bjornquist they call themselves Holmquist. Some look back a generation or two until they find a name that is present in both family histories and use that one. It helps that most Scandinavian-American family names were assigned at Ellis Island, and therefore don’t have much history attached to them. I like the idea that the new family has it's own name, connected to but distinct from the parental families.