Although not ideal for the long term, we succumbed to the draw of Ikea for some new furniture, lamps, rugs and odds & ends to help make the new condo a home. It was a marathon 2 hours just to follow all the arrows on the floor and make it through the store. Then another 45 minutes or so in line. Ick. By the time we made it to the self service, find your aisle and bin, grab your carton of ready-to-assemble furniture, Matt was a bit punchy. I was even a bit tired of the place, after declaring Ikea my equivalent of an amusement park. Perhaps my Pumpkin Spice Latte wasn't strong enough.