In which, Kristina conquers a breakfast nook table

Hand tools are a special personal challenge of mine (among many others).  So I’m very proud to say that I successfully dismantled this little table, got it into my Mini Cooper, and driven down the hill to the other house. Then I got it unloaded from the Mini Cooper, and carried inside the house DESPITE THE SNAKE AT MY FRONT DOOR, and reassembled.

You may be asking, “What other house?”  Actually, you’re probably asking, “What snake?!?”, but in case you’re asking, “What other house?”…Well, we’re in transition, and there’s too many houses.  John and I don’t even know what we’re talking about half the time.

“It’s over at the other house.”

“Which house?”

“The other house.”

“Which other house, the rental?”

“OUR house.”

“They’re both our houses.”

“No, we don’t own the rental.”

“But we live there, right? Most people call it “our house” if they live there.”

“Just that house, there.” (Points)

And just for the record, I did not lose a screw.  That screw was already missing.

“Which screw?”

“The one that’s not there!”