oh pretty table why won’t you fit in our lil’ apartment. i’ve neglected you out in the garage for years & years but you have no idea i think of you every time i get into my car. but while you’ve patiently waited for me to make you part of my home, you’ve sadly dropped your laminate bottoms, the luster has tarnished & there is a good collection of dust & grime. i can’t let you fall apart like this any further. now i (begrudingly) must let you go in hopes that someone will open their arms for you, fix you up, appreciate you and let you work your magic in a new happy home. boohoo 😦
in other news: my duty today is to do a ton o laundry then make a batch of banana chocolate chip muffins.