Well, it was good while it lasted

Remember that new kitchen table we picked up Friday? Today, a whole four days later, Carly ruined the table top with fingernail polish remover. She was removing the polish off her nails and soaked the newspaper she had her hand on.

Then left it to dry. Which it did quite nicely. Sticking to the table top. So she scratched it off. Scratched. It. Off.

There's not a warranty in the world that covers that.

I'm reminded of the time I set a hot pan down on my mom's kitchen countertop, forever burning a huge, cracked open, bubbled up spot in her countertop. Ahhh, childhood.