soveryjo

You may be tired of hearing about all of my DIY:ing.

Here comes an other update. You're welcome.

Sofia had an emergency meeting at work, Wille is in Gothenburg and the IKEA kitchen was about to be delivered in 20 minutes. I was sitting in my pj:s, gazing through the window and mentally preparing for a day by the pool when my phone rang and Fia announced the situation. 5 seconds later I was RUSHING around like a ninja on fire, getting dressed and ready to go in to town to meet the delivery guys. Despite my "gone in 60 seconds" achievement, I was of course late.

The delivery guys, 2 Ronaldo prototypes (one with receding hairline, may I add), were waiting grumpily. I showed them the entrance door to the apartment which is located at the very end of a winding narrow street. This required them to reverse the lorry quite far with pretty much no margin. They were not smiling.

I spotted my opportunity to make things right with the Ronaldos.

It took them almost five minutes to reverse.

I would have done it in one. With reserved rights to cut a few trees, benches and old ladies.

me: Oh my God! What precision! That was fantastic, how well you drive!

ronaldo 1: well, we do get a lot of practice

ronaldo 2: yeah, we've done this before

ronaldo x 2 clapping their chests, pissing to mark their territory and looking retardedly satisfied in that masculine way (figuratively, but the atmosphere was unmistakeable).

After this I helped them carry the parts up to the flat.

Holy Faz. I had no idea a kitchen could possibly contain so many parts.

I cursed IKEA.

45 minutes we were done, and I thanked them for their help.

By now their attitude had TOTALLY changed.

ronaldo x 2: No! thank YOU! Most people never help carrying, they crack a beer open and watch.

me: speaking of beer, would you like one? (there was a whole case in the flat and I took the liberty to offer them one each)

You should have seen the joy in their little Ronaldo faces. Pathetic.

Compliment them on their driving skills and give them a beer and taaadaaaaa! - you have the key to masculine satisfaction.

HAHAHAAAAA!

I marched around the apartment, inspecting the goods for a while then I fell asleep on the floor in exhaustion.....