Here it is. The Crooked Table. Our crooked table. I love it. I mean, look at that character!!! Obviously hand built, and we’re certain by the previous owners, we can only imagine the stories this table could tell. It is weathered, it is tattered, but it remains un-torn. Not without some serious discussion, I might add. I love it. Him? Not so much. My Boys? Even less. Probably because Bryan doesn’t and it’s way more fun to agree with him and disagree with Mom. As my luck would have it, Who knew it would be the epicenter of our adventure identity!?
For the record, “Crooked Table Adventures” was a name HE suggested, and I loved it. It stuck….and the crooked table is forever. I win. 🙂