Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Sofa Table

I found this sofa table on Pinterest:
http://blog.jennasuedesign.com/2015/06/diy-sofa-table-tutorial/

J and I eat in front of the TV and my little table gets filled with my yarn and supplies when I am working on a project. So I thought an extra table would be a great idea for storage space.

Also, J is getting new speakers for a surround system for Christmas and I didn't want speakers mounted on my wall. He agreed to put them on the table.

So I went to Lowe's and got the wood. I needed a big 2 x 10 x 10 and those things are unwieldy. Two different employees strode over, offering to help, confidence shattered when I politely declined. They hovered for a bit, nervous, watching this crazy woman examine and shift around these large pieces of wood. When I found one that wasn't cracked, warped, or had a weird cut, I put everything back and I didn't drop anything on a toe so it all worked out. Plus my abs were sore for days afterwards so that was interesting.

Jacob helped. And by helped I mean basically did everything for me. Which was nice.


Do you see that piece of wood that is obviously too short? That was an oops. I measured it out, J cut it, put it on the table, and he and Jacob both looked at me in confusion. I burst out laughing. Somehow I got it in my head that it needed to be 46.5 inches long instead of 86.5. I really did not feel like going and buying another piece, even though it was only $10. Jacob was very kind and offered to sand and work on the edge to make sure it matched up nicely.


J and I had to leave to baby-sit for a friend who needed a favor. When we got back after 11 that night, Jacob had finished.


And then when I woke up the next morning, he had completely finished staining it. Jacob is my new favorite. Until someone else does something nice for me.




The only potential issue I didn't think about is that my wood floors really get dusty and there is fur child hair everywhere. With the open design, I think we may be able to see the grossness behind the couch. J thinks we can just reach back there and vacuum. I may get a piece of plywood and nail it closed. We'll wait and see.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Jacob's Wedding

I am a bit late in posting this, but Jacob got married.

He is an old friend. At Meghan's wedding about two years ago we recreated a photo from high school:

Meghan, Me, Jacob, Toni, and Jill.

I love these guys.

Jacob's wedding was a lot of fun. We sat at a table with Jen and her hubby Jeff, Toni, Chris Leigh and his GF Christine. 


The DJ announced that she would pick tables to get food based on their enthusiasm. We hooted and hollered and thought we had been picked (it was a general pointing gesture, could have been anyone). After we got up to stand in line, we realized we had not, in fact, been picked. We decided a true rowdy table would just get up and get food, so we congratulated ourselves on a job well done and a dinner well deserved. 


J has a spider man shooting a web on the back of his phone. Christine glanced and it and thought the spiderman was shooting a web out of his crotch. She looked at him with a mixture of horror and judgment.


Olive Garden catered the event. Christine and I both have a love of the chocolate mints. Christine pretended to steal J's mints when he went to the bathroom. I encouraged her. Jen asked what we were going to do with them, thinking we were going to hide them. Christine and I looked at each other and said, "We were going to eat them, duh."


There were stickers on the tables. We saw a guy with a sticker on his back. Being the mature adults we all are, we took the challenge and tried to get more stickers on his back. Toni was not subtle at all (our laughter may have given her away) and he noticed and got paranoid and kept touching his back. I said the new game should be to just touch him and not even put stickers on him. But Chris became our new target instead.


J was dancing with his moon pie like it was a glow stick.


It got a bit colder as the night went on and Chris and Christine were handing out hand heaters like they were drugs.


I have an idea for an app that J needs to make me. I'm not going to go into details on the internet, but I did share it with the group and it was met with enthusiasm. So afterward, whenever anyone met the criteria, someone would shout out, "Oh! The pants just came off!"

I don't remember how or why, but someone dared Chris to twerk. He did. And that's when his name was announced over the speaker to give his best man's speech.

There was an open bar. Jeff eyed me and said, in a very judgmental way, "You got a regular coke?" I responded, quite indignant, "Why? You think I need diet? I don't need diet Jeff!"