One day, I was feeling domestic, so I went to Target to prettify our coffee table. I bought a candle tray, a few candles, some potpourri, and a table runner. I think it goes without saying that this was before we had kids.
I set up my beautiful decorations, and the potpourri instantly began attracting every available dust particle in the room. Occasionally, hubby would try to light the candles and I'd yell at him. Then we had kids, and the notion of keeping anything on the coffee table -- except for Matchbox cars and Goldfish cracker crumbs -- pretty much went out the door.