Fail Day (aka Why does no one listen to Mommy?)

We have half a desk.  Half a desk to hold our computer, two monitors, film scanner, printer, and all the other computer paraphernalia that we have.  Sure, we used to have a full desk, but it collapsed on us a year ago.  So now, we have half a desk.

We know that we need to get a new desk.  It would be nice to have some extra desk-space.  The hubs realized he doesn’t care about a keyboard tray because he doesn’t use one at work (I would love a keyboard tray, but since I mostly use my netbook it doesn’t really matter apparently).  So, the hubs decided we would save money by buying a regular table instead of a desk.

A table from kijiji.

A fold up table from kijiji.

A fold up banquet table from kijiji.

Hold up!!  Did I just say banquet?!  Oh yes.  I sure did.  The hubs though it would be a brilliant idea to purchase a used (ugly) 72″ fold up table (the very same type that many churches use for potlucks).

Did I mention we live in a tiny condo?  Did I mention that our kitchen, dining room, living room and office is actually one room?  Did I mention that our desk currently resides in a nook in the living room?

A 69″ nook.

The hubs called me today while he was at work, and told me he found a “fold up table” on kijiji that he wanted to use as a desk.  He failed to mention the word “banquet”.

I told him I didn’t think this was a good idea.  We’d be moving in a few months.  Why don’t we wait until we move to decide what works best for our new house?  The desk we currently have does work, although it is a little small.  We could manage for a little while longer.  Plus, was he even sure it would fit in our nook?  (Also, I really would rather have a desk).

He was sure.

He bought the table without measuring.  The guy was going to deliver it later in the evening.

Hubs got home from work.  He told me he went ahead and told the guy to bring it over.  He was going to buy the table.

I pulled out the measuring tape.

“How long did you say the table was, Dan?” I asked.

“I don’t like that tone” he answered.

You shouldn’t.

I told the Hubs that he should have just handed me the cash and I could have flushed it down the toilet for him.

Should I even say “I told you so?”

I told you so.


Speaking of fails, check out Cameron playing with his bear and a toy today.  I wish the fold-up-banquet-table-fail was as cute as the bear-on-face-fail.