My friend Lynda is having a garage sale this week. She asked to borrow my folding table to put stuff on. She wanted me to bring it to work with me this morning. I asked her to text me and remind me, since I KNEW I would forget. (Which I did.) She forgot to text me, and so I failed to bring the table this morning.
I went home at lunch, like always, to let the puppies out, and she asked me to bring it back when I returned. Of course, I forgot again. I was just turning into the DTC from County Line when I remembered it. I turned around and went ALL the way back home to get it for her....then she left work without it. My revenge was this:
The picture doesn't convey it, but for some reason, the table is really dirty. I guess the dogs must have gotten into the garage.
