Certifiable optimism does not fit a giant box into a Honda Pilot, so we must thank our generous neighbors for lending us a truck. I sure hope the trap latches again...
Mucho thanks to beautiful (and surprisingly brawny) Carey for riding along in the biga$$ pick-em-up truck and for not dropping the box.
Without (swoop-in-for-the-glory) Scott, it would have remained a giant barrier in the kitchen. Thank you, hon, for assembling our new kitchen pride.
And, Oh-yihvia, you were the BEST hander-of-the-screws, a frightfully underappreciated role.
Without all the aforementioned parties, my dream of BIG dinners would have remained but a dream. Instead...
Bring on the dinner parties, book club dinners, and school projects, which are sure to guarantee this piece will never look the same.
(And, please bring on some new, funky chairs to complement it adequately.)
When are you coming for dinner?
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