Ikea Vs. The White House

My favorite piperisms are delivered when I least expect them and need them the most.  Today I was whining about a $99 delivery fee Ikea wants to charge even though they are only twelve miles from my house.  Don’t they understand that twelve miles in traffic on the beltway could take hours?  And that’s only if I drive it between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m. Poor me.  From the backseat Piper said, “Ikea is so much better than the White House.  Wanta know why?  Because Ikea lets you sit on their stuff.  You can climb all over the furniture and they don’t care.  That White House is stingy.” True.  That does put it all in perspective.

Baby Jesus Rides the Metrobus

This is what happens when you move a Piper to the city.  Public transportation becomes her norm.  And, really, why wouldn’t the Holy Family utilize the convenience of the Metrobus? She’s almost got the whole nativity scene safely buckled and ready to cruise downtown.  Jesus is properly positioned in the back seats where children belong.  Mary seems to be upfront supervising the wise men, which I’m sure those rascals need. When I asked Piper where she was going to sit, the answer was obvious. “Duh, Mom.  I’ll be driving.” Of course she will.