Oh yesterday was a lucky day. Chris had the day off so we decided to tackle the huge task of our out of control garage. We had a huge bag of stuff to donate to the thrift shop on base, so I drove it over there. Now, I have been routinely checking out the thrift store, yard sales, the for sale ads in the paper, etc for a pre dinged table for our family. You may recall an earlier post about this, descibing our cute 2 seater table and chairs, and noting the fact that our family had really outgrown it.

Well, when I walked into the shop this pre-dinged wonder with a leaf and four chairs was sitting there, and it called to me from the door, ‘Hey, baby, take me home. Spill your food on me. Invite your children to scrawl their names in me with a fork and spill paint from art projects all over me. I don’t care, I’m cool like that, and already have many scars adding to my character. I may look tough, but with a little polish and TLC, I am so the table for you.” The tag said $100. I was sold.

I decided to push my luck and see if I could get it for $80. The guy helping me found out that I had a big donation in the car, and brought me to the manager. The manager checked out the table, crossed out the price tag and wrote a new price. He held it up for me to see and said, “how about this?” $50. Fifty dollars. FIFTY. For a piece of pre-dinged heaven with four chairs. SOLD.

Chris picked it up, tightened up a few pieces, made some minor repairs, and I can now have company over for dinner without everyone having to eat like chipmunks form the lack of elbow room. I get to stop pulling out folding chairs for every meal. I’m in love.