I may actually have the money in cash next weekend, which will definitely save a ton in cc interest, so it all works. Now I'm actually concerned that table is too nice for my other stuff! But I think it will be OK.

Dear people at the airport: please stop hovering by me. Hover somewhere else.

My nephew and brother spent saturday helping clean up tornado debris. (As part of a cub scout initiative.) After which, he wanted to buy a game that was available via amazon, but not in stores. After my brother heavy-footedly explained shipping costs, nephew decided he'd wait, but wanted to spend what would be the shipping cost on teaching a kid, after what he'd been doing (? I'm not sure how he got there, but there was an earnest convo with grandma in there.) I'm sure it was a coached conversation, but still. After quizzing grandma a second time, he'd upped it to $20. I just sent my brother to donorschoose.

I'll be tickled if he goes that route.

I like that table a lot, Jesse. I want a new coffee table, too -- I wanted a big one for when we play games, but the one we got is actually too big. And it's IKEA, and already showing way more wear than I wanted.

That's sweet, Sara.

Of course, I'm now totally reconsidering the notion of a black coffee table, as I sit here looking around. Or maybe I'll replace the random end table I got from some dead relative. I want all new everything! Crap.

AUGH mechanical delay.

Most of my furniture is hand me down stuff. My couch is the newest thing I've purchased and I wish I had bought a different one. I can't justify replacing it yet.

Today is day two of the ick. I have gotten 2 load of laundry done and talked CJ through making some chicken tortilla soup (NOM). It is only 8:30 and if I could get the energy to go to my room, I'd be going to bed.

Poor Dana. I hope you're reprieved soon.

The only new furniture I've ever bought is bookcases and office furniture. As far as I know, the only new furniture my mother ever bought was couches. (Antique couches do not meet modern standards of comfort.) I can't pretend to be normal on the subject; as a teenager, I spent my allowance on buying antique furniture and refinishing it.

I am waiting on a crapload of my grandmother's furniture to be delivered to us. I am not permitted to even think about furniture until we've got that in the house. Or should I say, small apartment.