I finally got a coffee table at Goodwill. I like it. I don't lovey-love it deep and sparkly in my heart, but I like it. It's really sturdy and heavy. It's a little retro (though it doesn't scream it) and has a laminate top. I realize a laminate top is not generally a highlight in a coffee table, but it means I no longer have to worry about Clark's clementine slices dissolving the finish. (Yes, this is a problem we have had.) My house is full of design compromises but this is less of a compromise than our old coffee table. Its most attractive feature is that it was $4.50.
And that it can withstand this...
(Yes I photoshopped out his boy-area. I used the "wind" effect. I hoped it would blend in with his frantic jumping-on-the-table blur. Instead the area is very... windy looking.)
I have more to post, but our internet has been on and off for days and I want to spit this out quickly before it dies again. The cable boy who came to fix it today thought he had found the solution, but apparently not. And when I say cable boy, I do mean boy. It was one of the first times I have felt O-L-D. His wife is expecting their first baby in a few weeks, so we talked a little about babies and pregnancy and laughed awkwardly when Clark started crying real tears and shouting at him "THAT'S MOMMY'S LAPTOP!!" as he clicked the internet settings on my computer. (A lovely introduction to parentland! Also, what?)
And then he told me he was 20. And that he got married when he was 18. It took me a moment to remember that I got married when I was barely 20, so I suppose I could have been pregnant at that age too. But I couldn't stop myself from blurting out, "Oh my I feel so OLD. I was born all the way back in 1983!" To which, he laughed and retorted that he was born in 1989. (NINETEEN EIGHTY-NINE!) And there he was fixing my cable and chatting baby names like a grown-up. It kind of freaked me out.