Coming back into the house from the Little Turkish Village with a pile of takeout boxes, I was greeted by the sight of a dining room table covered not in papers, sewing machines and baby-dinner debris, but with two plates plus cutlery and glasses. A tablecloth (!) even rested beneath it all.
"Wow, fancy!" I exclaimed, before realizing we need to stop eating in the livingroom.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
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It's all to familiar. We bought a dining room set for our new apartment. We have eaten 2 dinners - once when we had guests - and 3 Sunday morning breakfasts there.
we ate at the dining room table last night only because we were having tacos. Normally, we're in the living, with the tv on. Shame!
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