Before I start, I want to wish the beautiful Miss Lilac happy sweet 16th birthday!
What a remarkable gal. Visit her here to send your good wishes.
The naming of the dining room table remains a mystery to the Mango. For sure I have only ever seen actual foodables served on it during big holidays.
Most of the time, it is a repository for an odd assortment of this and that.
Take, for example, this recent photo showing Momma and Master's hats (always at hand lest they get actual sunlight on their aging skins), idiot PeeWee's harness and flexi-leash, and the odd dismembered hand.
Mind you that with the exception of the very occasional fine restaurant dining with real live other human beings, my momma never, never, never eats dinner. Of course if her jolly bottom is any indication, she consumes plenty during the daylight hours.
Master? He's a Trader Joe's microwave foodables kind of guy.
So what's on your "dining" room table? Put a photo on your blog and let the world know!
Oh yeah, here is a random photo of my large and having deep thoughts at all times self (actually, I am gazing at the totally hot alien border collie gal next door and getting that tingly feeling in my nards ....)
Mango Man! Oh yeah!