PIE!

And PUDDING!

Oh, god, this call is gibberish. I hate being on the hook for gibberish. I hope to be the ultimate simplifying force, just because I can't understand the intricacies.

I love the first table you linked to, Kathy, that's a gorgeous piece. The CL one is very nice, too. But I'm tickled and intrigued with the leaf storage in the first one.

When I put H's collections in the display section of our breakfront, I had no place handy to show off my hodgepodge of family pieces and magpie-acquired bits of china, all of which I do actually use. We found on CL an Ikea Billy bookcase the seller had already added glass doors and sleek brushed chrome knobs to. H did a bit of carpentry to mask the raw edges of the back, and it slotted into place like it was built for the space. (Please to not be laughing at my harvest gold wall oven. First of all, it works, flawlessly, second of all, *wall.oven*, which was on my I'll-never-actually-get wishlist)

Online classifieds are dangerous and amazing. I'm lucky I don't have a car, or I'd own so much stuff. I am currently obsessed with this chair, but I have no place for it.

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I'm only posting this because the world is ending. Oh, and because it's Friday.

Super Cat World VS High Voltage Prairie Dogs Group Audio Harassment

A very bizarre video. Crank up the volume and your co-workers will think you've finally flipped out....

I have to urge to go to Shipshewana and do some shopping for dining room furniture

Whereas I have the urge to go to Shipshewana and faceplant homemade egg noodles and pie.

From the same newspaper that brought you the rollercoaster/lady marriage: [link]

From the same newspaper that brought you the rollercoaster/lady marriage: [link]

Herbie, No!

But I'm tickled and intrigued with the leaf storage in the first one.

That was always one of my very favorite things about that table! I cannot remember the number of times we kids got our fingers caught in the door because we were so fascinated with it, until finally Mom banned us from even touching the latch. It really makes the table quite unique.

Like I said, Mom remembered dusting it as a kid, but then it disappeared for a decade or so before Dad rediscovered it in the stone-floored basement of Grandma's farmhouse soon after they married, tilted against the wall with the leaves and legs leaned up against it. One of the leaves had warped horribly and was beyond saving, but Dad stripped and refinished it, thereby removing most of its value, I bet, but making it durable enough for the three of us kids.

Is this where we start making jokes about autoerotica?

From the same newspaper that brought you the rollercoaster/lady marriage

Does he pitch or catch? Or is it intercrural?

Randy "Macho Man" Savage dies in car crash.