Mom, I Love Your Table, Really I Do!

But the strangest thing happened the other day.... I had posted an ad (Craigslist of course) months ago pertaining to the availability of used restaurant booths. Well, after all this time and your generous donation of the family heirloom, a guy replied saying he had not one, but 5 available, and that if I took them all he would sell them for $100. Yeah, what will you do with 5 you are wondering. Well, MF found 3 suckers at work to take one each, and he claims he wants 2. I will have to enforce the 1-booth rule, and it may get nasty before it's all over. Bi-levels can only handle so much boothage, after all. Anyway, the plan had been to put the booth in the kitchen, but it is much bigger than I anticipated. Much. In fact, it fits perfectly between the rickety iron railing and the poorly planned pass-through hole to the kitchen. And I mean perfectly. In other words, right where your beloved pecan table now calls home. Mom, it goes really well with the Fanta-stic! orange walls. I know I'm being ridiculous. I know I seem ungrateful. I am distraught. I don't know what to do. We will try moving the table into the kitchen, but I fear the worst. I really didn't know how else to tell you. I'm sorry. And mom, I love you.