For the love of a ping pong table

I love my husband, and got him a ping pong table for his birthday. This means, that whenever he has a free moment, he asks me to play. Today is his birthday, and we celebrate birthdays like they are a festival, meaning we celebrate for a good 5 days before and 5 days after the actual day. So I am being a good wife and playing lots of ping pong with him. We’ll see how long that lasts after the festival is over!

Getting the table was tricky. I really wanted it to be a surprise, so I talked to one of his friends who has a truck and we were going to get it and store it at his house ’til Adam’s birthday. However, I found the ping pong table in Craigs List and the first one fell through (they ended up selling it to someone else). Luckily, I found another one for around the same price, but I didn’t want to risk losing it again, so I told Adam and we got it a week ago. The table comes in two pieces and I didn’t think it would be any problem to get it downstairs. I had forgotten that the ceiling going downstairs is pretty low. If it had been an inch lower/narrower I don’t think it would have made it down. Adam said he had visions of sawing the table into quarters to get it down the stairs.

I’m so glad we have a basement to stash the table in. The room actually has  a lot of potential for a basement. See the fireplace? It’s probably going to end up being a man cave, but maybe I can contribute to the look a little…