As I was quietly located in my private lavatory and having an after dinner, well, dropping the kids off at the pool, so to speak and enjoying the latest Shotgun News.  I hear this hideous high pitched screach with my name, my youngest daughter's name, our makers name, and the F word.  Yep, the F word, I knew something horrible had occured because I've never heard her say "that" word.  I could only imagine something drastic and hospital worthy.  As I pinched one in half and jumped to my feet with only a half wipe, I proceeded to high tail it (literally) to the den where this awful animal sound was coming forth.  When I arrived to investigate this scene I was met by my still screaching/cursing wife. I then find out that my child was not injured and not in dire need of medical attention, all her five years of life was standing there grasping a bottle of fingernail polish with my wife screaming "look what she did"!!!  She pointed to the brand new cherry (real cherry and expensive as hell) end table and leather sofa wich had these foaming white stains.  I almost said the F word too.  We have not had this furniture one week....one week.  I think I saved the sofa, but the end table will definately have to be refinished.  And I was suppose to pick up the glass tops tomorrow.

There are just so many things wrong with that story.

My wife spilled one of those damn oil-based air scent things on our cherry dresser.  Yep, ruined it.  I feel your pain.  At least my dresser was 10 years old.  

Yep, gonna have to match your:

moral of the story:  glass topped table are tacky
LOL  just kidding