For the life of me I can’t imagine why anyone would want an oblong glass table
in the dining room, but my partner had one delivered to our house today and I was forced to take receipt of it. So there it sits, in the middle of the formal room, the one we entertain in almost every evening, and it is glaring at me just as fiercely as I glare at it. My partner, a person with, well, questionable taste in home furnishings, has scads of money he made during the dot com run up, and he enjoys nothing more than slashing it around at boutiques and specialty stores that encourage potentially disastrous home furnishing decisions. It goes without saying that I wasn’t consulted about this particular item. I’ve made my mind up that an accident could appear suddenly and relieve me of this tasteless burden.
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