Coffee table switching has now effectively slid into the madness zone.

It was only what? A month ago? That I switched yet again for what is now probably the tenth time? Problem with glass top tables (if you use them all the time) is that they get fingerprints and crumbs and water rings and look like slovenly frat boy lives in your house in a matter of a few days. So what? I’m lazy and I got a little tired of wiping it off constantly.

I know this new Craigslist burly slab coffee table will probably get a mixed reaction – but you may already know how I feel about burl. I love it. I marry it. I have it’s burly babies.

If you missed it, I might have twittered about this bad boy when I got it. Yeah, I twitter. What’s the big deal? Wanna fight about it? This is getting irrationally confrontational.

It must be that I’m feeling a bit defensive about this coffee table thing, because I know how crazy-town it is. But guess what? All those reject coffee tables…they are just sitting in my garage…looking to be resold…

This puppy likes it and if a puppy likes something – argument is over. Puppy love trumps all rational or logical rebuttals about the 70’s or poo or lacquer through the power of adorableness.

It’s big. It’s chunky. It’s dark. It’s shiny. It’s indestructible. It’s organic vs. modern. I am into that.

Well, at least for the next month.