Yes! We have succumbed to the siren song of the new Cascade Station IKEA. Went there this morning for a fine and tasty and unbelievably cheap cafe breakfast (eggs/bacon/potatoes 99 cents; beat THAT, Denny’s! Or, better yet: meatballs, glorious meatballs. With lingonberries, mmmm.). Shopped for various household and Kampmobil necessities (the nouns in the title of this post among them).
And as a result, I’ve been spending all day speaking faux-Swedish (‘scuse me, förfalska svenska). In all caps, like this: "Fisher, get off that MOHLENGRUNER. Give your brother back his ARDIPLÖ. My RÅGDMEL is full of SÄGSSANNER."
Jim did his best to dissuade me, but I still managed to leave with an absolutely adorable bottle opener, can opener and measuring cups in matching red/black plastic. For the Kampmobil, you know. Sadly, they were from the prosaically-named CHARM collection and not from anything fun like RIVEN OST or BESLUTSFATTARE (look ’em up).