Who knew Ikea could be such a disaster?
I have no idea what the hell I was thinking when my mother and grandmother asked me to come to the Ikea and I said yes. This for several reasons:
+ Going out with my mom and her mother is not cool.
+ Going to Ikea with a granny that just moved, not cool.
+ Listen to your mother ordering her in Holland boyfriend, in Egypt husband around, it doesn't get less cool than that.
+ Ikea on a Sunday, don't even go there.
+ My mother behind the wheel, may God have mercy.
I've always had the idea that my mom is the lousiest driver ever, but now that I drive frequently myself, it's determent. Her hands are always at 10 minutes before 2, she can't make a turn and shift at the same time, always has trouble with accelerating, rules, distraction, and so on and so on. She got mad at her boyfriend/husband for turning on the radio. Because hey, it's perfectly normal you can't drive with that thing on if you have other people in the car with you.
In a while, I'm going to share a car with her (heeeeeelp), but I had forgotten how worse her driving is. It's a good thing there isn't much too ruin on the car I've got. (It's a Renault Twingo from '91.) And the way she parks, Oh boy... Fortunately the Twingo is as small as they get. I can go on and on for hours on this, but I wont.
I love you mom, but please, stop driving!!!
As for the Ikea, what a f***ing crime to be there on a Sunday. It was fun to watch people though, as I was waiting for the others for 95% of the time.
I do a lot of people watching, not to judge or anything, I just like to observe. Try it, it's a good way to kill time. It does have bad sites too. Like seeing to much happy couples.
What are all the happy couples doing in Ikea? (okay it's obvious what they're doing) It's really not good for my 'I need a boyfriend' -read: hot and steamy sex- depression... It's not just Ikea btw, they hound me everywhere. At the store, kissing in the car in front of me waiting for the traffic lights, in the train, romantically learning to ride horseback together, just everywhere..
Okay, I need to do something to get my mood up again... Like writing GSR smut.
+ Going out with my mom and her mother is not cool.
+ Going to Ikea with a granny that just moved, not cool.
+ Listen to your mother ordering her in Holland boyfriend, in Egypt husband around, it doesn't get less cool than that.
+ Ikea on a Sunday, don't even go there.
+ My mother behind the wheel, may God have mercy.
I've always had the idea that my mom is the lousiest driver ever, but now that I drive frequently myself, it's determent. Her hands are always at 10 minutes before 2, she can't make a turn and shift at the same time, always has trouble with accelerating, rules, distraction, and so on and so on. She got mad at her boyfriend/husband for turning on the radio. Because hey, it's perfectly normal you can't drive with that thing on if you have other people in the car with you.
In a while, I'm going to share a car with her (heeeeeelp), but I had forgotten how worse her driving is. It's a good thing there isn't much too ruin on the car I've got. (It's a Renault Twingo from '91.) And the way she parks, Oh boy... Fortunately the Twingo is as small as they get. I can go on and on for hours on this, but I wont.
I love you mom, but please, stop driving!!!
As for the Ikea, what a f***ing crime to be there on a Sunday. It was fun to watch people though, as I was waiting for the others for 95% of the time.
I do a lot of people watching, not to judge or anything, I just like to observe. Try it, it's a good way to kill time. It does have bad sites too. Like seeing to much happy couples.
What are all the happy couples doing in Ikea? (okay it's obvious what they're doing) It's really not good for my 'I need a boyfriend' -read: hot and steamy sex- depression... It's not just Ikea btw, they hound me everywhere. At the store, kissing in the car in front of me waiting for the traffic lights, in the train, romantically learning to ride horseback together, just everywhere..
Okay, I need to do something to get my mood up again... Like writing GSR smut.