Day 16:"I don't get it...does that mean you and Barbara are two bad neighbors?"

Helped some friends move into their new place today. Their compensation? Beer and a sandwich. They sure do know how to satisfy a man.

And a second picture, to boot, just to add some context. This coffee table was currently the only piece of furniture in the place, besides the beds, and as such, was our default dinner table.
While bulding the aforementioned coffee table to the sound of a friend's constant reminding (yelling) of "no scratches! I'm particular about scratches on my furniture and I don't have touch-up paint!" I had a realization.

I really need to get off my parents' couch (or my sister's bedroom really...when she's gone for school, but still).