Monday, August 01, 2005

My table's rejecting it's leg. Amputation necessary.

Another sad moment in the life of my furnature--the leg busted off my grandparents' dining room table today. I felt so bad when I ripped the enamel and finish clear down to the wood this winter when the oil from my airwick nightlight spilled on it. I feel even worse now that the leg is busted. Add this to the horrible tale of woe that is my grandparents' sofa... why is all their stuff breaking? Are the two little deer that used to be on their bookshelf going to be next?


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