why, yes. that IS a giant olympic sized ping pong table jutting out into the middle of our downstairs family room. how funny that you should notice.

grrr.

i can live with the fact (sort of) that the husband doesn't want real furniture down here so the boys can quickly convert the room into a football stadium. i can also live with the fact that i really can't put anything on the walls because of the football stadium. i can live with the air hockey table taking up space in what was supposed to be a little kitchen nook and bar.

i cannot live with this ping pong table. seriously. the thing is ugly, and it juts. in a big way. who needs a rock fireplace when you have a giant slab of black slate as your decorating focal point?
i was so angry about the ping pong table, i had to ride my bike for an hour to cool down. eventually, The Plan formed in my head and i came home a much gentler woman. i will give the ping pong table a month, maybe two. i know that this monstrosity won't get used. i will one day just put it away and the husband will have to get it back out again if he wants to play it.

the husband won't get it back out again.

i know this. and it is my ONLY shred of sanity at this point.

in the meantime, friggin' ping pong anyone?