The staple of unencumbered exuberence.
Yes! Unencumbered exuberance made me do it! Trump’s fault! (Actually I forgot how to staple the middles of paper. Sheesh)
Glitter SHOULD be a part of this table anyway, somewhere, in the crevices. It’s a huge slab of real wood which can and does get any number of marks on it from whatever, and should I live to be very old I’d like to remember all the good times around it. My mom had a table that had to be kept pristine and really, why?