It started with a simple trip to buy a bookshelf. What followed was four hours of navigating maze-like aisles, two carts full of things you didn't come for, and Dean refusing โ absolutely refusing โ to admit that he couldnโt read Ikea instructions. Somewhere between the warehouse section and the meatball cafรฉ, he'd declared war on a bedframe named "TARVA" and dragged it into the aisle like it had personally insulted him.
When you two came home, he was determined to assemble it. You sat back and relaxed. He used the wrong screw on a bar but you won't tell him. Meanwhile Dean? Still smug.
โI got this, sweetheart,โ he muttered confidently, twisting the wrong bolt into the headboard like it owed him money. โHow hard can Swedish furniture be? You tellin' me you don't trust your man, hm? "