It's not the Mayans Fault, It's the Swedes

I've been trying to avoid using one of these IKEA memes, but I can't help it.

Fifteen years ago today, my wife and I had our first date at the IKEA outside of Norristown.  Between the unintentional insults on both sides, my future wife getting stuck in mosquito netting, and the fact that I don't like to dress like a slob to go shopping (especially for a first impression), it's amazing that that fateful day resulted in nearly 13 years of marriage (thus far), two kids, two cats, two dogs, and a laundry list of adventures I would not have anticipated

She also mispronounced enough product names to summon the entire list of Great Old Ones, so blame us for the way the world is.