If you are new here, let me introduce you.
This is my living room.
It’s showing off right now. It’s been clean for about five minutes and it got a new rug and some new pillows and it kind of thinks it’s all that.
But you know what they say about pride.
It goeth before a fall.
Because this weekend I walked into this room and found this….
This was sitting in the middle of the room.
Someone threw a basketball around the room and it knocked off the top of the table and broke it and pieces of it scattered all over the room.
And this is the part of the story where I want to tell you I was calm, cool and collected.
That I never even broke a sweat.
That I walked over to the edge of the broken table and shrugged and told myself that there were bigger fish to fry and it really is only a table and I could always get another one at a yard sale.
If this were a Hallmark movie that’s exactly what I would have done.
But I didn’t. I forgot my Hallmark script that day.
I didn’t shrug.
I didn’t scoff.
I didn’t toss my hair and smile amusingly to myself at the basketball players’ crazy antics.
It was a scream heard around the world.
At the sound of the scream, all the inhabitants of the farmhouse came running and stood sheepishly in the middle of that living room.
Basketball players, cheerleaders, four-legged friends and people with twinkly eyes, staring at the broken table on the floor and staring back at me.
I didn’t say a word.
I just pointed at the bits of table on the floor with all the fury of an ancient mythological creature.
I continued to point and glare and they continued to squirm.
They looked at the ceiling and the floor and each other and every now and then they’d tentatively glance back at me to see if I was still pointing.
Suddenly, the silence was broken. In the middle of the stand-off our golden retriever, Buddy, sighed, sank to the floor and put his head on his paws with a dejected look in my direction.
I couldn’t help it.
I burst out laughing.
I tried to stop. I tried to be stern. I tried to continue pointing.
But I couldn’t help it.
Right there in the living room with pieces of broken table all around me…
….I laughed until I cried.
Slowly grins broke out across the room.
All was forgiven amidst hugs and apologies and exclamations and dozens of “I’m sorries” and “it won’t happen again’s.”
The table was fixed with a little sanding and some wood glue and now it looks like this.
And the living room?
It’s full of a little more character.
PS The holidays are just around the corner and if you make presents, it’s time to get started!
Here’s a fun article I just shared over on Homes.com featuring ideas for homemade gifts!
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