New old table

I had mentioned me liking a table at Goodwill in this post. In the comments I wrote that maybe my bol (that's brother-out-law, in case you didn't know) would go get it for me, because it wouldn't fit in my jeep.

He's like-what do you want me to get for you??? I told him, but also told him he didn't really need to worry about. It wasn't something I desperately needed. I didn't even know where I'd put it.

So he calls me yesterday afternoon and tells me that the Goodwill people said they had sold it in the morning. I'm like-that's fine, thanks for trying.

Well-low and behold, last evening about 8pm, my sister, niece, and bol pull in my driveway in the "Bush Hog" and tell me they had something for me. They brought the table. Oh-that bol of mine-he's such a good liar. I never suspected a thing.

So, what a nice surprise! Thanks Davey, Jodie, Jess, and Patty (that's my nephew and his name is Patrick, but I lovingly call him Patty.)

The table may sit in my basement for a while, but eventually I'll find the perfect spot for it in my house!☺