Butterfly Dining Room Table

butterfly dining room table
    dining room
  • A room in a house or hotel in which meals are eaten
  • dining room: a room used for dining
  • A dining room is a room for consuming food. In modern times it is usually adjacent to the kitchen for convenience in serving, although in medieval times it was often on an entirely different floor level.
  • The Dining Room is a play by the American playwright A. R. Gurney. It was first produced in New York, New York at the Studio Theatre of Playwrights Horizons, opening January 31, 1981.
  • A fluttering and nauseated sensation felt in the stomach when one is nervous
  • flutter like a butterfly
  • a swimming stroke in which the arms are thrown forward together out of the water while the feet kick up and down
  • An insect with two pairs of large wings that are covered with tiny scales, usually brightly colored, and typically held erect when at rest. Butterflies fly by day, have clubbed or dilated antennae, and usually feed on nectar
  • A showy or frivolous person
  • diurnal insect typically having a slender body with knobbed antennae and broad colorful wings
  • Postpone consideration of
  • a piece of furniture having a smooth flat top that is usually supported by one or more vertical legs; "it was a sturdy table"
  • Present formally for discussion or consideration at a meeting
  • postpone: hold back to a later time; "let's postpone the exam"
  • a set of data arranged in rows and columns; "see table 1"

The Kitten In My Window
The Kitten In My Window
Saturday, August 2, 2008 was the Day. 11:00 a.m. was the Time. Three humans and one small, thin kitten walked up the sidewalk and knocked on our door. Carol and I were ready and waiting, of course. We had spent the morning getting things set up for our new friend. We had opened up the box of carefully packed brushes, cat toys, litter scoops and litter boxes, which we had packed away nearly a year and a half ago. I had already walked down to the local grocery store and purchased a bag of litter and a bag of kitten food. Carol had put a plastic liner in the litter box and set out two little bowls, one for food and one for water. The day before, I had stopped at a pet store and gotten a new scratching post and one of those flat cardboard scratching things in hopes of preserving most of our furniture. Yes, we were ready. The big question was, how would this cat like his new companions and his new home? It didn’t take long to get an answer. After letting our friends in at the front door, we all went into the dining room and sat down around the table, except for the cat, who immediately jumped up on top of the bookshelf from which there is a view out a window. He stayed there a moment and then made a tour of everyone’s lap. He then went out to make sure the living room met his standards. As he headed for the kitchen we showed him where the litter box was located. He approved of the location and went into the kitchen to sample the kitten food I had gotten for him. That also was approved. Having decided that this new place would be acceptable, he returned to the bookshelf under the window and went to sleep. He was home. There was only one thing left to do, now, and that was to name him.
Christina's cleavage this morning
Christina's cleavage this morning
This poor little pendant started out it's life with high hopes for being a beautiful streaky blue pendant with a happy little butterfly on it. But somehow I managed to fuse it too close to the side of the kiln shelf and it slid off just a bit. I threw it back in with another batch I was fusing to flatten it back out, but it warped the butterfly. I go ahead and wrap them or attach bails (usually wrap them) and put them on the dining room table and, as if by magic, they are gone in the morning. I have an ever-changing number of college aged girls in and out of my house, and they know that anything on the dining room table is fair game to at least wear for a few days. Oddly enough, they usually get added back to the wonky pile and exchanged for something new. BTW, the title is a joke because we tease her that she has to wear a padded bra to be an A cup. But standing on the porch with the camera pointed at her cleavage (or where cleavage would be if she had some), the next door neighbor walked out and gave us a strange look. I don't even want to know what she thought we were doing.

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