About 40 minutes ago I destroyed our kitchen/dining room table.
Unintentionally, I did something stupid, which resulted in the top of the table being broken in two.
I’m all alone right now, as Matt took the kids downtown while I tend to some “chores”.
After the initial shock of what I did, the few moments of regret, and the even fewer moments of beating myself up for my moment of idiocy, I realized that this would mean we’d have to buy a new table.
Great. Not. I can think of other ways I’d rather use our money.
I texted Matt: “I just severely broke the dining room table beyond repair.”
His response: “It’s about time!”
Well, that sure put things in perspective. We purchased this table brand new---17 years ago.
New perspective: “Wow! How grateful I am that our table lasted 17 years!”
Thanks, honey.
Okay, back to my chores.
4 comments:
You should have done it last week when we were there. That would have been fun! :D
I picture you in a baggy Karate uniform, complete with a strip of black cloth tied across your forehead. You stand in total focus as you stare menacingly at the solid oak dining table. Your power is unleashed with a courageous yell, "Eeeeeyyyyyaaah!!!" as you swing your arm down from above. The side of your hand hits the top of the table like a hatchet, instantly breaking it in two.
Oh how I wish it were that cool of a story. :)
I'm just glad I wasn't the one who broke it....i tend to be the Designated Klutz around the home.
Nice piece, B!
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