It's a disaster. But aren't those bookshelves nice? Don't you want to come over and have a drink and talk about John Updike?
It was looking to be another humdrum saturday of camping out at the dining room table with the bar review books, but then I started tending to my garden of sad little wandering jew clippings, which are just waiting for me to go out and buy them some potting soil.
The little guy in the shot glass was begging for water.
So I reached for my bottle of water on the dining room table, and in doing so, I discovered a water stain worse than any I'd ever created.
On my very nice landlady's dining room table! When this has happened before, I've noticed the water before it has had time to sink in and I dash to the kitchen and grab a towel to dry it off and olive oil to make it go away and it has always worked. On this occasion, unfortunately, the water sat all night. The olive oil wasn't doing anything. I thought about calling my mom for her advice, but I was feeling like such a neanderthal for putting a wet water bottle on someone else's dining room table, and I knew she would be distressed by the situation. And so I turned to my good old friend the internet and was instructed to put non-gel toothpaste on the crime scene.
It worked! (Sort of -- it looks better than before, but not quite how it used to.)
Well, now that that's resolved, this calls for a study break.
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