This weekend we went out to the City to take my grandma to dim sum since we haven't seen her in a while. My parents had saved me table legs from an old outdoor table that they had, but I wasn't sure if I wanted it. I figured that it would be more expensive to buy a new table top than to just get a fabricated set from Ikea. I had just told my parents the night before that they could get rid of the table legs when I came upon a free table top! I was walking Emmy so that she could stretch her legs before she had to stay in the car during lunch when I saw it propped up against a tree with a pile of old carpet. Emmy was marking, but I was getting so excited I started tugging her even though there was no one else around to steal it from me. I started wheeling it back when Nick yells, "What are you doing?" and all is say is, "Come help me!". Sometimes I wonder why he stays with me. I picked a table top off the side the street in San Francisco...classy, I know.
Since we were going to lunch I ran upstairs to my grandma's flat and had my dad open the garage door.
Me: Can you open the garage door please?
Dad: For what?
Me: I found a table top.
Dad: On the street?
Me: Yeah, when I was walking Emmy.
Dad: That's my daughter!
I do have to say, my dad sounded quite proud of his cheap-skate daughter! My plan is to glue little embellishments onto the side of the table so that it has some charm and then paint it black.