Dad just called me and asked if I wanted him to bring home a giant light table. They’re throwing them away at work, he said.
He wanted to bring it home, but he knew mom wouldn’t like it, and we don’t have room for it. He called me so I could tell him no.
Of course I said, yes, please bring it home. We can put it upstairs. He was still kinda ‘eh…’ about it, so I told him to do whatever he thought was best.
So I might be getting a great big light table. huzzah!