dining vs dancing

Recently, Spike and I found ourselves without table and chairs. It's a long story of a treasured inheritance having its turn at Spike's sister's house, and it's all good, because we had that inheritance for probably 12 years or so.

We've been planning to get a new table and chairs. But our table-and-chairs space was being used by Things Hauled Out of the Basement after the flood. And we only recently got that cleaned up (mostly).

So now it's just a big open space.

Which is a problem.

Because this morning, I landed on this.

And it turns out I need the big open space to dance in my pajamas while eating peanut butter toast.

Maybe we don't need a table and chairs after all.