I took a beautiful and unexpected day off from work yesterday to drive down to the Danish whorehouse supply store (better known to people that aren't my husband as Ikea). Without Mr there to censor me, I bought ridiculous amounts of absolute junk.
Anyhow, was looking for a little table for my laptop in the office & found one that folds out of the wall. Of course, this is Ikea. So that means flat-pack furniture. Yay. I was wishing that I had the many hands of Shiva. Fortunately, there's that husband who will put up with a lot of abuse. I don't know what I will do when he throws me to the curb.