Oona Balloona (doesn't care about new tables)

Well, it's Friday, and since I'm pretty depleted in the chit-chat department, I might as well put up some pictures of Ol' Giggles At Ghosts before Grandma starts sending me hate mail.

Man, what a goofball. At this rate it's going to be, like, eighteen years before she has gainful employment and moves out of the house. I mean, come on.

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C is especially crazy and frantic today. About two months ago she decided that she no longer liked our dining room table (take that, dining room table! no more BFF for you!). Since then she's switched the dining room and kitchen table (and all the rest of the furniture in the house -- about thirty times, but that's another story) as a provisional solution while she scoured area stores for an upgrade. And she thought she had found one, on Wednesday, at JYSK (Whatever, I said). But when she ordered it, JYSK called back to say that they were really low on stock, and that the stock they did have was damaged, and ... not so much with the wish fulfillment. So today she's *really* worked up, so desperate that she's hunting the second-hand ads and making appointments to go see stuff. Finally I had to stop taking her calls. She'll be completely unhinged by the time I get home, but she probably won't hit me if I'm holding the baby.