in britannia

So my friend Diana and I took a nice trip to New Haven yesterday. She just moved into her own apartment and is needing some small furnishings. I am was looking for some stuff for my parents. What fun. I think we honestly spent something like four hours wandering through their cavernous floor displays and warehouse. We held off from sampling their Swedish cafeteria but did wander through every inch of the store itself. That is, every department save one: the children's section. I used to feel bad about having friends say "I hate kids." It used to hit me funny: not liking kids? That's almost the same as not liking sunny days or ice cream. Except that sunny days don't cry and throw temper tantrums and get loud and obnoxious. Ever since my second or third time at IKEA, I am finding procreation less and less palatable.