galestorm and I had great fun at IKEA yesterday and in the restaurant we discovered a candy bar by the cashier with the rather suggestive name of YANKIE. Just because candy bars have a phallic shape doesn't mean you need to give them any ideas. Turns out it was a Danish candy bar and a yummy one: very 3 musketeersy with a little bit of caramel. Mums.
Questions Anders has been asked at 3 a.m. by me, and which he has answered in such a way as to allow me to actually understand physics: (none of these were last night):
- If you shoot a gun straight up in the air, why doesn't the bullet come back down and kill you?
- How fast would I have to be traveling to stay in sunshine?
- Why have I never once had to use a plunger in a toilet in Sweden?
The chaos that is the kid's department side of our house has me temporarily defeated.