Once upon a time, in a magical land called Madison, there lived a young girl. Her name was Rachel, and she was a determined, self-reliant girl, even as a child. When she was 18 years old, she worked as a night auditor at a Holiday Inn Express. Each and every night, after she’d processed her paperwork and had some free time, she’d wander into the pool room and stare out the glass windows at the Ford dealership that sat right behind the hotel. There, right beneath the powerful spotlights, was a row of four shiny, brand new 1997 Mustangs. Rachel had her eye on the silver one. It shimmered in the glaring lights, its sleek curves calling to her like the lilting melody of a siren’s song.
I decided yesterday that I hated our dining room table, so we went and got a new one today.
Here’s Tim looking exceptionally excited about having to unload everything and then put it all together. (I felt like a dork driving home with the box tied to the top of my HHR, but the danged thing wouldn’t fit inside!!!!)
Here it is all assembled:
It takes up our whole dining room and I love it!