So, yesterday, I posted to Facebook about Sadface Man and there being a story behind him. Like anyone within spitting distance of Ikea and at one point on a relatively tight budget, we are devotees of the Expedit bookcase. The husband and I bought our house in 2009 and needed a new option for our desks and used Expedits to make it happen. As everyone knows, Ikea instructions are well known for not using words to put together your new flat packed interior design pieces. In the early part of the instructions there are a handful of pictograms. One of those basically tells you that you should put together the bookcase with a friend. If you do, everyone has smiley faces. If you do not, you are Sadface Man, putting together your bookcase sad and lonely.
Trey and I were putting together our new desks and he, seeing that I apparently had it all under control, he started to move off and leave me to it. I whined and frowned that he was leaving me saying, “Noooo!! Don’t make me Sadface Man!!”
He responded with, “Oh no! Not Sadface Man!” Smiled at me with that goofy “I love my silly wife” smile only husbands wear and resumed being my faithful furniture assistant.
Thus the inside joke was born whenever we pout jokingly at eachother (and it’s usually me making husband the pouty one), one has made the other “Sadface Man.” He has no superpowers and, instead, is unable to assemble furniture alone, has an adorable pout, and gains the trait: Pitiable.
