Table Talk.
We’ve rearranged our living room to make way for the new table-that-still-smells-like-varnish. I’m liking this new arrangement so far. I sort of have my own office corner in our home. I have my own space. At night, that is. Because in the morning, the whole house is owned by the little boy. 
I think the husband likes it, too. He even suggested of keeping the new arrangement and ordering a smaller table for his laptop, and that table will be placed in our bedroom instead. So that will mean the little boy is going to have a little trip again once we pick up the new table. And we might consider having a cabinet made for the TV to match the table. And with this rate we badly need to have a truck with a durable truck bed liner to transport our orders.
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