Covert mission.....

I think the very best thing that a person can possibly do, besides pluck their eyebrows and bring me beer as a thoughtful hostess gift, is to be given a covert mission involving great expense. This type of mission is the type that one hides from one's husband and begins under the watchful eyes of many Ikea employees. And then, in order to complete this mission, said person has to go home and try their damndest to assemble the fobidden Ikea wares. And then, because one may not know entirely what one is doing at this point, the best thing to do is call one's all-time favorite, neighborhood friendly field manager and say DEAR GOD COME AND HELP ME GET THIS DAMN THING TOGETHER BEFORE MY HUSBAND GETS HOME.

And you know what?

When you're trying to complete a covert mission like this one, you can rest assured that your all-time favorite, neighborhood friendly field manager will instantly go and publish all the details of your mission ON THE INTERNET so that no one is kept in the dark.

See you at six, BQ. *Smoochies*

Toonses