moving up in the world
So the other day I finally broke down and achieved another milestone in the transistion from nomatic college student to a fully realized adult. I bought a kitchen table. No longer will I be forced to eat with various portions of my meal scattered about on whatever surface is easiest to reach while still preventing coke flavored carpet. I can now have soup for dinner without worry that an ill-timed sneeze could send me to the emergency room. I have also doubled my total available seats in the apartment to 8. I could even conceiveable have people over for dinner. Speaking of which, anyone want to come over for dinner sometime?
So I guess I should add this to my list:
things to find
It should be noted that I learned a very important lesson while aquiring my table in chairs. That lesson was that I am, in fact, not an ant. While I was vaguely aware of this most of my life due to the two legs, height measured in feet, and the indoskeleton, this particular day I noticed that I don’t have the ant’s ability to single handedly lift several times their body weight. I don’t think anyone was watching, but if they had been, I would have been quite the spectical trying to lift a box containing my future 5-piece dining area out of my car and the slowly but surely waddle my way from the car to my front door. This took almost 10 minutes and I am proud to stay I only nearly cause permanent damage to myself 3 or 4 times. But now it sits in my eating nook, just waiting to collect piles of papers or some such clutter.