Pardon Me, While I Slip These Barnacles on you
I hate tables. You know what happens when I have tables? They just become a venue for whatever happens to be in my hands at the time that I no longer feel like holding. Sunglasses. Dog leash. Keys etc.
Winter is 100 times worse. Everything ends up on the table when I come in.
Tables. I can’t believe I’m blogging about tables. Pizza exists, and here I am blogging about tables.
Someone donated a table to me to drag down to the charity shop I volunteer at. Well as soon as my Aunt Gretchen got her eye on it, she decided she wanted it. I explained to Aunt Gretchen that is was a donation and to be given to the charity shop. Aunt Gretchen claimed the table was worth too much to donate. I fought it.
Screw this dumb story. I could be eating tofu right now. Anyway. Here are pictures.