Since my husband is the designated handy man in the house, it falls under his jurisdiction to take the table apart and transport it to the furniture store. (Am I right, ladies?) However, in typical man-fashion, he has declared that since the water ring is now covered by a place mat, there is no longer a need to exchange the table. This line of thought is related to the man-specific practice of tossing dirty clothes a foot from the hamper, turning stained shirts inside out instead of changing them, and extending the 5 Second Rule into a full minute.
This after those fabulous chocolate chip cookies I made him!
And not only is he falling down on his manly duty, but he said I look like Fiona from Shrek in this cartoonized picture of myself.
So naturally, in
P.S. Honey, please take the table back to the furniture store. Even though I can't see the water ring, just knowing it's there will drive me crazy. And you don't want that.