The Lorso and I spent ALL OUR LIVES DAY procuring this fine piece of dining enjoyment:

I am a little bit in love with it, as it now means we can have more than one other person over for dinner without having to balance Chinet plates in our laps. Also, it makes me feel like a grown up. Which admittedly is not always a great feeling, but in this case it is.

Plus, whatever you think we paid for it, it was less than that. For real. We got it at a “Scratch and Dent”-type place, and once you make sure the good side is to the living room, VOILA. A table like real people have.

Who’s coming over for dinner*?

*Table has not improved my cooking skills.