I had an epiphany last night as I was cleaning up my basement remodel.
I have 6 tables - kitchen, dining, porch, project (basement - old kitchen from 8 yrs ago), project (garage) and a card table.
Maybe this has something to do with watching fight club last week at 1:00 am when I couldn't sleep, but I was dumbfounded at my consumerism. 6 tables! Even if everyone in my family could claim ownership of one of those tables, there would still be two left over for the dogs.
Also, I realized my new pants were already getting too tight.
I am living the american dream.