I cleaned off the enormously expensive exquisitely beautiful ($50) dining room table.. and it’s folding chairs. I also put my favorite heirloom table cloth out.. the plastic wonder with poinsettias on it. I actually do like the table cloth. It’s vinyl but I don’t care.
I can see the top of the table! That’s what matters! We’re eating at the table tonight if it harelips hell and half of Georgia!
Richard’s been trying to find me a table on the bulletin board at work. He’s found some gorgeous ones that don’t fold up. The last one was cherry… lovely chairs… $200. Only problem is he works 12-8 and by the time he sees something it’s already gone. Bless his heart. He knows I won’t allow much over $200 for one because I don’t want to worry about the 8 year old destroying a $2000 dining
room table. I’m nothing if not practical. So if we don’t see one or can’t afford one before Uncle Sam visits he’s going to buy me one
then. He knows I grew up eating as a family, as I believe he did, and it’s important to me.
Well the kid and I just had lunch at the table. Of course being as picky as he is he wanted a “tortilla pizza”… tortilla, pizza sauce, and cheese. He doesn’t eat the tortilla. I guess to him it’s a delivery system for the sauce and cheese. Oy. Kids and their food issues. I on the other hand had a delicate peanut butter and jelly sandwich, 6 cheese cubes, and celery sticks. I was trying to make a point with the food. I made sure he understood that I really don’t like celery but I ate it because it’s good for me. The cheese and sandwich were to try and entice him to try something new. He has never tried a pbj. He does like cheese. Just certain kinds. He enjoyed it… especially when I made gagging noises while eating the celery to make him laugh. I honest to god detest celery so it wasn’t too difficult an act to pull off. lol