Fate, ye evil mistress

Ilajna and I bought all of our furniture from good ol' IKEA, and had to build it ourselves. "Ha, ha, ha," I told everyone, "I bet I'm going to end up with crooked shelves."

But, you know. It was meant to be a funny joke. Self-deprecatory humour and all that, ha ha ha. It was NOT meant to come true. But I guess I forgot to knock on wood.

So what was the fruits of Ficali's labour? A wardrobe which looks like a fashion statement. Me and my big mouth. Remind me to keep it shut.