I was driving Blonde Girl home from school, she is talking
and talking about her day. I spied this lovely wrought iron table with tile top.
I stopped the car, Blonde Girl does not say a word, I get the table
and carefully shove it in my backseat and proceed home. Blonde
Girl does not blink and simply says, "that will look nice, once you clean it up".
She then, returned to her story.
